Taking a trip soon and thinking about Summertime adventure! 6-12-24.
Standing at a crossroad Between this life And the next, Heart in hand I knock on that
Soft gray clouds pass slowly by, Soon they will release a gift of r… Trees are shedding their leaves As they turn red, orange and yello… Signaling the squirrels to collect…
Half a world away, I walk a narrow, stone path. In the rice fields, the Balinese people
Sitting on the lake shore, Which made my heart soar, The water rippled at times, Swirled into beautiful lines, Clouds reflected in it’s mirror,
Holy Holy Morning glory Blooming in a haze Of purple light. Holy Holy
Inspiration is in the falling of rain, the soft coo of birds in late afternoon, the sinking of the
It’s that time of year again. The sound of honking geese fills the air, as they pass in alignment, to the Deep South.
Easing down the gravel road, yellow leaves spiral across, like a welcome
Red, yellow and orange leaves Fall quickly now And create a tapestry of color That fill my mind With joy.
Grateful for: Sunrise of pink and gold Showing the way, Lighting the sky, To another blessed day.
The misty, night rain, Soaking bare trees, Bringing nourishment. I stand at the window, A steady beat echoes
Firefly shine your light, Brighten my life, Lead the way, through The meadows, in my mind. Firefly, float so high,
My spirit communes with the four directions: To the north are in-laws, our aging mother, her last
Blue star behind tree branch. White cloud passing half moon. Black space surrounds like a
The many places I have been And countless faces I have seen, The many tales to be told, Into the universe, they unfold. It’s all a passing show,