Belated Thanksgiving poem, 11/29/22
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,
Blue star behind tree branch. White cloud passing half moon. Black space surrounds like a
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,
Not sure what to write while the world is on the brink of another war. While others face
It’s a billion stars moving and co… While we sleep. It’s one miracle after another and… We do not take the leap. It’s the great heave of nature
On the brink of leaving, To go beyond These borders And say good-bye, To all you know,
Time is going by fast, Trying not to live in the past, To keep priorities straight And not falter at the gate. To join the universal goal
Thoughts flicker like twinkling lights, ride them across the sky. Embrace your dream,
Lately, a sadness pervades, I mourn for youth, perhaps passion of younger days. With age, some of that passion
When I sit And watch The in and out Of breath, Thoughts no longer
Orange full moon with a half smile, a hanging lantern, lighting the way, through dark streets,
Misty fog floating through bare trees. Cold waves of wind coarse through the woods whistling as they go
The red cardinal high in a tree, caught my attention with his melodious chirp on my daily walk.
Red bird perched on a tree limb laced with snow. So happy to see him and the joy he brings.
Inhale, the arms float up, Exhale, the arms float down, Namaste, at the heart. Inhale, the body bends, Hands at top of mat,