Old age approaches threshold of innocence
easing it’s way for memory to slowly fade
soundless like a star falling from the sky
a swan in the river.
Old age approaches threshold of innocence
easing it’s way for memory to slowly fade
soundless like a star falling from the sky
a swan in the river.
note:Main-Danube Canal & Main River,Bamberg
We are all connected by a deeper truth
a new self arises not from self mastery
but from rendering a self surrender
Don’t wait for visions
even angels don’t have them
walk the path with your faith
God may help you later
if you stumble.
After the bright stars
happy stories defining the hours
a morning of peace and loss
a sadness even the angels will weep.
note: follow a friend’s blog: loss
Sunsets are all different
Each sunrise is never the same
Everything changes even a finely tuned clarinet
Except, perhaps, the blue Mediterranean Sea.
Walking on the wet field
my eyes misty
a rainbow
My friend and I
walked Oxford University campus
lots of bicycles.