Happy 2023! Happy Winter!
When I sit And watch The in and out Of breath, Thoughts no longer
The buck in the garden Chewing up hard earned Labor, His antlers raise, His ears perk up, as
I do believe, to give to others lends meaning to our lives. To be there
When you are not here An empty heart full of fear Arises and wonders If I will see you again. What will I do without
Standing at a crossroad Between this life And the next, Heart in hand I knock on that
The misty, night rain, Soaking bare trees, Bringing nourishment. I stand at the window, A steady beat echoes
The flesh withers as we age But our inner spirit Remains the same. And when the body dies The spirit breaks free
The white snow lay gently on the ground in a swirl pattern. The sky, a slab of smooth grey stone.
This is the America I know: A sea of white, black, red, yellow And brown faces, Strong minds and voices Raised to the sun,
First snow of the season Came down light and gay, With it’s bright white, Reflecting, Off slow moving clouds
Pale blue moon Of August, Peeking behind The clouds, Luminous,
Inspiration is in the falling of rain, the soft coo of birds in late afternoon, the sinking of the
Great scientific minds Working for cures Of terminal diseases, The clock ticks... What is the cure
Half a world away, I walk a narrow, stone path. In the rice fields, the Balinese people
Time is going by fast, Trying not to live in the past, To keep priorities straight And not falter at the gate. To join the universal goal