(2014)
What is truth? It’s a changing sky, One day clear, The next, cloudy, Holding the blue and grey,
Rolling painted deserts of the west. Shrub bushes dot sloping hillsides. Relentless sun heats up
Half a world away, I walk a narrow, stone path. In the rice fields, the Balinese people
The flesh withers as we age But our inner spirit Remains the same. And when the body dies The spirit breaks free
Ambition seems overrated at this time of life, effort seems more like strife. In my youth I was motivated by a hungry desire
Pink hues from the west Filter through Snow covered boughs Leaving, The evening light
Mr. R. would talk about his deceased brother, he dreamed about him frequently; also of an eagle
Red sun in the morning rolling up the side of earth. The sky turned pink, as a ball of fire showed it’s strength,
Walking on the beach of long ago, the constant roll of the gulf, it’s sound, like a lullaby.
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,
Easing down the gravel road, yellow leaves spiral across, like a welcome
Life is like a dream A star studded sky A blink of an eye Oh, how life slips by. Life is like a song
Itchy eyes scaly feet achy joints and bad teeth hair so fine
Driving through the small towns of America, children of all colors playing in the streets, some with tattered clothes
As I age this last quarter of my life, I am fading into the background. As I let go of roles,