Magical inspiration. 4-2-24
First snow of the season Came down light and gay, With it’s bright white, Reflecting, Off slow moving clouds
Every hour we are someone Different, Every day something new Learned, Death is just another
On the brink of leaving, To go beyond These borders And say good-bye, To all you know,
Perhaps it is the mind separating things into this and that. Perhaps it is the mind with it’s preferences
To open and risk hurt... Or stay closed but Never really live. Pain can reveal... A connection to
Squirrels with bushy orange tails leap about the deck. Crickets hum, confused that it’s not dark yet. The caw of a blue jay
In the rustle of leaves the wind plays a tune, the change of season is on the horizon. It asks permission
Summertime gives A chance to grow Under the sun, Travel, to new places And have some fun.
Inhale, the arms float up, Exhale, the arms float down, Namaste, at the heart. Inhale, the body bends, Hands at top of mat,
In the still night In the silence, My soul begs, My mind to rest. It’s story told
Embrace that which comes with ease: The twinkling of an eye, The drumbeat of a heart, The blooming of a flower,
Holy Holy Morning glory Blooming in a haze Of purple light. Holy Holy
On a walk this morning, the rocky cliffs that reach the blue-green sea, talk of strength today.
The misty, night rain, Soaking bare trees, Bringing nourishment. I stand at the window, A steady beat echoes
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