(2014)
On a walk one day, all the sounds seemed interconnected. Sounds of life, in harmony with each other.
One lit candle burns brightly As I make a wish upon it’s Golden aura, that Humankind May learn to caress the earth As the wind does a field of flower…
Half a world away, I walk a narrow, stone path. In the rice fields, the Balinese people
The buck in the garden Chewing up hard earned Labor, His antlers raise, His ears perk up, as
Embrace that which comes with ease: The twinkling of an eye, The drumbeat of a heart, The blooming of a flower,
What is truth? It’s a changing sky, One day clear, The next, cloudy, Holding the blue and grey,
Her smile was like gold, Her lines were often bold, Her stories of wisdom told, In books that are now sold. She has left the earth,
If I could go back in time I would fix my wrongs, I would sing new songs And mend all hate And open the gate
Oh billionaires! How you have lost your soul, lost the goal and kneel down
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,
The birds flock to the bird feeder, some with black, capped heads and others with
Dark bulk of a single bird, With red puffed up chest, As winter’s breeze sways his perch…
When I first heard “The Blackbird,” In the middle Of night, I was just thirteen.
Twilight slides in quietly as birds fly to warm nests. Pink hues of evening reflect in the clouds. Soon the moon
Not sure what to write while the world is on the brink of another war. While others face
Memories of my childhood Visit more and more Each day, As ghosts of past relatives Cast their shadows,