(2014)
On a walk one day, all the sounds seemed interconnected. Sounds of life, in harmony with each other.
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
Come with me To the mountain top, Where the crest touches The sky And the air so pure,
Just a small part of me wants strife to go away, to return to a kinder time. Am I just losing courage? Life is draining me,
Grateful for: Sunrise of pink and gold Showing the way, Lighting the sky, To another blessed day.
Brown hawk with spotted tail, soaring on the wind, balancing like a sail. Your piercing cry
The buck in the garden Chewing up hard earned Labor, His antlers raise, His ears perk up, as
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,
Some days you’re in bliss, Some days you’re in pain. Some days you’re up in the clouds, Some days you’re down in the flame… Some days you get what you want
What if, The simple things In life, were the Most important Events.
Life is a day dream So they say, With every beat Of my heart, The gate to love
When I first heard “The Blackbird,” In the middle Of night, I was just thirteen.
Inspiration is in the falling of rain, the soft coo of birds in late afternoon, the sinking of the
The gift of summer Is the sound of a Creek flowing through Rocks. A blue bird perched
Dark bulk of a single bird, With red puffed up chest, As winter’s breeze sways his perch…
Harsh reality smacks like a slap of cold wind. Sometimes I’m a tough sailor, at the helm,