I have been bird watching lately, they are such a gift!
Driving through the small towns of America, children of all colors playing in the streets, some with tattered clothes
In the still night In the silence, My soul begs, My mind to rest. It’s story told
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
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,
The dance of fear, Of not being enough, Stops and starts. The unknown, an Uncharted sea,
In the noble purpose of my life, In the clear and quiet chamber Of my soul, In the open and warm cave Of my heart,
Sometimes wonder about a star, way afar. How life might be in outer space,
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
My spirit communes with the four directions: To the north are in-laws, our aging mother, her last
In the dead Of Winter, I long for Spring. In the rains Of Spring,
Autumn wind Brings scattered leaves, Splattered, With red and gold. Autumn wind
The flesh withers as we age But our inner spirit Remains the same. And when the body dies The spirit breaks free
Every hour we are someone Different, Every day something new Learned, Death is just another
What is truth? It’s a changing sky, One day clear, The next, cloudy, Holding the blue and grey,
Harsh reality smacks like a slap of cold wind. Sometimes I’m a tough sailor, at the helm,