1-6-2019
What is truth? It’s a changing sky, One day clear, The next, cloudy, Holding the blue and grey,
I heard past generations In my son’s voice, I saw his life fly Into another dimension, A place, I can only imagine.
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,
Not sure where we are headed, Could be a long ride, Keep your heart steady, Open wide your eyes. There is something to learn
Orange full moon with a half smile, a hanging lantern, lighting the way, through dark streets,
The wind went through me, it carried the yellow, orange and red leaves lightly on the air. Another change is coming,
My spirit communes with the four directions: To the north are in-laws, our aging mother, her last
Autumn wind Brings scattered leaves, Splattered, With red and gold. Autumn wind
One lit candle burns brightly As I make a wish upon it’s Golden aura, that Humankind May learn to caress the earth As the wind does a field of flower…
The chimes outside the pottery studio ring like a temple bell, calling the faithful to honor,
The lines in my hand, Were read once, By a gypsy, who Predicated a long life... But with many interruptions.
It’s that time of year again. The sound of honking geese fills the air, as they pass in alignment, to the Deep South.
You may not know what you’ll do next: Hit the open road With your thumb stuck out. Give up all you own
In the rustle of leaves the wind plays a tune, the change of season is on the horizon. It asks permission
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
