Winter 2024
To open and risk hurt... Or stay closed but Never really live. Pain can reveal... A connection to
Driving down the road, The song, “Let It Be” Came on the radio. Taking me back to Various scenarios.
Red, yellow and orange leaves Fall quickly now And create a tapestry of color That fill my mind With joy.
As I age this last quarter of my life, I am fading into the background. As I let go of roles,
Red and gold leaves Falling, Sing to me Of the season of change, Before the snow,
Red sun in the morning rolling up the side of earth. The sky turned pink, as a ball of fire showed it’s strength,
Pretend there is no tomorrow becau… there might not be. Live like there is only this momen… that is the truth. Nothing is solid but whispery,
In the blink of an eye It’s a different scene On the big movie screen So easy to get absorbed In the story line of time.
The many places I have been And countless faces I have seen, The many tales to be told, Into the universe, they unfold. It’s all a passing show,
Pale blue moon Of August, Peeking behind The clouds, Luminous,
The misty, night rain, Soaking bare trees, Bringing nourishment. I stand at the window, A steady beat echoes
Standing at a crossroad Between this life And the next, Heart in hand I knock on that
Last night I dreamt that I floated above the clouds, above the earth and my heart
Inhale, the arms float up, Exhale, the arms float down, Namaste, at the heart. Inhale, the body bends, Hands at top of mat,
If we could embrace our sorrow and surf on our tears, surely our hearts would grow wider to hold the years