(2013)
Perhaps it is the mind separating things into this and that. Perhaps it is the mind with it’s preferences
Looking at my journal’s Blank page While geese fly by and honk A greeting. The red cardinals
Blue star behind tree branch. White cloud passing half moon. Black space surrounds like a
Photos are all I have At times, Of smiling familiar faces, My family spread out. I would travel often
Memories of my childhood Visit more and more Each day, As ghosts of past relatives Cast their shadows,
Life is not fair at times... But of course things Change quickly down the line, We are born into a No guarantee world.
The flesh withers as we age But our inner spirit Remains the same. And when the body dies The spirit breaks free
Twilight slides in quietly as birds fly to warm nests. Pink hues of evening reflect in the clouds. Soon the moon
Embrace that which comes with ease: The twinkling of an eye, The drumbeat of a heart, The blooming of a flower,
Just a small part of me wants strife to go away, to return to a kinder time. Am I just losing courage? Life is draining me,
Autumn wind Brings scattered leaves, Splattered, With red and gold. Autumn wind
You may not know what you’ll do next: Hit the open road With your thumb stuck out. Give up all you own
Easing down the gravel road, yellow leaves spiral across, like a welcome
Life is like a dream A star studded sky A blink of an eye Oh, how life slips by. Life is like a song
It’s a billion stars moving and co… While we sleep. It’s one miracle after another and… We do not take the leap. It’s the great heave of nature