1-6-2019
Inspiration is in the falling of rain, the soft coo of birds in late afternoon, the sinking of the
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,
Memories of my childhood Visit more and more Each day, As ghosts of past relatives Cast their shadows,
If we could embrace our sorrow and surf on our tears, surely our hearts would grow wider to hold the years
The gift of summer Is the sound of a Creek flowing through Rocks. A blue bird perched
What is the happiest moment of the… When I make someone laugh When I am of use for the good When I show kindness When I hold a hand
Rolling painted deserts of the west. Shrub bushes dot sloping hillsides. Relentless sun heats up
The flesh withers as we age But our inner spirit Remains the same. And when the body dies The spirit breaks free
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
The chimes outside the pottery studio ring like a temple bell, calling the faithful to honor,
One year since I traveled to paradise. One year since I laughed and danced with friends. One year since I watched
To open and risk hurt... Or stay closed but Never really live. Pain can reveal... A connection to
Standing at a crossroad Between this life And the next, Heart in hand I knock on that
Oh hummingbird Where are you now? Have you taken My courage with you? Oh hummingbird
White heron skidding the blue, grey water, of the bay. How free and easy you make it look,
