(2014)
After hearing a favorite song and remembering a difficult time, a poem came out
My spirit communes with the four directions: To the north are in-laws, our aging mother, her last
Some days you’re in bliss, Some days you’re in pain. Some days you’re up in the clouds, Some days you’re down in the flame… Some days you get what you want
Time passing by now In a blink of the eye, In the clap of a hand, In the chirp of a bird, In a flash of light
When I grow really old I may have to do yoga Full time, to get out The aches and creaks. When I grow really old
Last night I dreamt that I floated above the clouds, above the earth and my heart
Unable to be all things For all people, Perhaps at one time, I tried. Those days are
In the dead Of Winter, I long for Spring. In the rains Of Spring,
Blue star behind tree branch. White cloud passing half moon. Black space surrounds like a
If we could embrace our sorrow and surf on our tears, surely our hearts would grow wider to hold the years
To open and risk hurt... Or stay closed but Never really live. Pain can reveal... A connection to
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,
The red cardinal high in a tree, caught my attention with his melodious chirp on my daily walk.
As I walk along nature’s path The clouds appear luminous and nea… As if to hug and protect All earthly inhabitants. Turtles sunbathe on a floating log
The wind went through me, it carried the yellow, orange and red leaves lightly on the air. Another change is coming,
Photos are all I have At times, Of smiling familiar faces, My family spread out. I would travel often