4-23-24. My favorite song, "Let It Be" by the Beatles
Geese are honking As they fly Across an orange colored Sky. My spirit soars
Half a world away, I walk a narrow, stone path. In the rice fields, the Balinese people
Brown hawk with spotted tail, soaring on the wind, balancing like a sail. Your piercing cry
What inspires me... Hummingbirds buzzing as they land, on nearby flowers. Their amazing wings
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
You may not know what you’ll do next: Hit the open road With your thumb stuck out. Give up all you own
Great scientific minds Working for cures Of terminal diseases, The clock ticks... What is the cure
Embrace that which comes with ease: The twinkling of an eye, The drumbeat of a heart, The blooming of a flower,
Oh billionaires! How you have lost your soul, lost the goal and kneel down
Dark bulk of a single bird, With red puffed up chest, As winter’s breeze sways his perch…
In the dead Of Winter, I long for Spring. In the rains Of Spring,
Time passing by now In a blink of the eye, In the clap of a hand, In the chirp of a bird, In a flash of light
The wind went through me, it carried the yellow, orange and red leaves lightly on the air. Another change is coming,
Life is but a dream, our fantasies, spill, like liquid tears that pool and vaporize into the air.
White heron skidding the blue, grey water, of the bay. How free and easy you make it look,