2-8-24. Thoughts on aging and letting go.
The buck in the garden Chewing up hard earned Labor, His antlers raise, His ears perk up, as
At that magical time When the yellow moon Sets, And the pink mist Of dawn,
Life is like a dream A star studded sky A blink of an eye Oh, how life slips by. Life is like a song
In the bright moments My mind is a flame, Melting obstacles, Gaining gifts of wisdom. In the dark moments
Leaves falling, Another season Decorating the earth. One red leaf In my path,
Half a world away, I walk a narrow, stone path. In the rice fields, the Balinese people
When I first heard “The Blackbird,” In the middle Of night, I was just thirteen.
Pale blue moon Of August, Peeking behind The clouds, Luminous,
Inspiration is in the falling of rain, the soft coo of birds in late afternoon, the sinking of the
Easing down the gravel road, yellow leaves spiral across, like a welcome
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
Holy Holy Morning glory Blooming in a haze Of purple light. Holy Holy
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,
Summertime gives A chance to grow Under the sun, Travel, to new places And have some fun.
A path with heart Is full of love Which makes us right Brings in the light And chases the dark.