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Today, I wish the pain to go, the fatigue that I fight so. This process of aging is unkind and yet, the law of nature is a fast lane of change.
The chimes outside the pottery studio ring like a temple bell, calling the faithful to honor,
As I age this last quarter of my life, I am fading into the background. As I let go of roles,
Walking on the beach of long ago, the constant roll of the gulf, it’s sound, like a lullaby.
There is my shadow, A dark outline of this body And yet, it also holds, The hidden imperfections Of my existence.
Life is not fair at times... But of course things Change quickly down the line, We are born into a No guarantee world.
The flesh withers as we age But our inner spirit Remains the same. And when the body dies The spirit breaks free
What is truth? It’s a changing sky, One day clear, The next, cloudy, Holding the blue and grey,
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,
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
An owl hoots on this cool, crisp Spring night. A sound that’s distant yet echos
One year since I traveled to paradise. One year since I laughed and danced with friends. One year since I watched
Holiday cheer and laughter, Multicolored lights blink faster, Music of love and good will, Grace the air like snowflakes. Tis the season to be compassionate…
Sometimes wonder about a star, way afar. How life might be in outer space,
Photos are all I have At times, Of smiling familiar faces, My family spread out. I would travel often