Magical inspiration. 4-2-24
The birds flock to the bird feeder, some with black, capped heads and others with
This evening the blank, white page is open. My nerves are on edge, while a storm forms on the horizon.
Some days you’re in bliss, Some days you’re in pain. Some days you’re up in the clouds, Some days you’re down in the flame… Some days you get what you want
The flesh withers as we age But our inner spirit Remains the same. And when the body dies The spirit breaks free
Summer is near it’s end, I regret not visiting my childhood home, near the gulf, where the sunset
Oh billionaires! How you have lost your soul, lost the goal and kneel down
Grateful for: Sunrise of pink and gold Showing the way, Lighting the sky, To another blessed day.
Perhaps it is the mind separating things into this and that. Perhaps it is the mind with it’s preferences
Birds flying here and there, landing on branches to chirp and bare, their heart. A private club among the trees with their own private code.
Half a world away, I walk a narrow, stone path. In the rice fields, the Balinese people
Pretend there is no tomorrow becau… there might not be. Live like there is only this momen… that is the truth. Nothing is solid but whispery,
In the still night In the silence, My soul begs, My mind to rest. It’s story told
Not a word heard As the river flows Over rock, around Banks that lie Waiting for visitors.
What inspires me... Hummingbirds buzzing as they land, on nearby flowers. Their amazing wings
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