(2014)
Thoughts about pain.
Life is not fair at times... But of course things Change quickly down the line, We are born into a No guarantee world.
There is my shadow, A dark outline of this body And yet, it also holds, The hidden imperfections Of my existence.
Autumn wind Brings scattered leaves, Splattered, With red and gold. Autumn wind
The birds flock to the bird feeder, some with black, capped heads and others with
Cool breeze rustles through the tr… drifting into my open door and leads me to the window to see leaves falling with abandon. Highlights of red and gold lace
The dance of fear, Of not being enough, Stops and starts. The unknown, an Uncharted sea,
The hummingbirds are buzzing As well as the bees. The Orioles land gingerly On top of the feeder. Cautiously they move down
Half a world away, I walk a narrow, stone path. In the rice fields, the Balinese people
Inhale, the arms float up, Exhale, the arms float down, Namaste, at the heart. Inhale, the body bends, Hands at top of mat,
Orange full moon with a half smile, a hanging lantern, lighting the way, through dark streets,
Harsh reality smacks like a slap of cold wind. Sometimes I’m a tough sailor, at the helm,
Cold spring rain chills my body And yet, the birds fly in unison As if, it is a sunny day. The white tail deer Bounce through the ravine
An owl hoots on this cool, crisp Spring night. A sound that’s distant yet echos
Embrace that which comes with ease: The twinkling of an eye, The drumbeat of a heart, The blooming of a flower,
Blue star behind tree branch. White cloud passing half moon. Black space surrounds like a