What is the danger of idleness?
Life can be an opposite of what you remember.
Ascending and descending from memory can be a restless dream
Until the rooster crows
Sometimes age doesn’t offer certainty but doubt
But should everyone experience endurance?
Amidst the stings you want to taste the hive
Look deep and make your own conclusion
We are supposed to use our imagination
A toil for every tree to build a forest
Does everything have to be clean and tidy?
Free of disorder?
Do we all have to come home?
The question can remain unsaid
But then it may appear as evasion
There are other challenges
Will they understand?
“I don’t need a light
to think of you.”
true and curious apprehension
Cinnamon and precious gems contained in the present
Porcelain bowl on the dinner table
Perceived while drifting to sleep
You want to paint your toenails with magenta
After your escape from solitude
Where will you begin, you ask
The night does not answer, remains silent
Boredom can ignore time of deprivation
Until we arrive at a forest clearing
Not far from a village where elders
Can tell you stories of a lifetime
Where children dance and laugh
And tell you their stories, fresh moments of joy.
Before the future arrives.
Wishing everyone a Safe and Blessed Easter.
In life is not easy to calculate our losses
Or emphasize our gains
There are disguises that betray us
Our vision is not always sharp to distinguish differences
Today like most days
I walk to the river
Others have similar ideas
I encounter a blue heron,
A lone bird resting on the reeds
And red flowers radiant in the sun.
The surprise of hearing my own voice
like seeing slivers of light filtered between the trees
The words are whispered which I could have missed
Words of encouragement, a push
My eyes are closed, my attention sharpened
I am resting a bit after walking long
My breathing is trying to catch up with my steps
In trying to reach my goal I struggle
There are benches, handrails, sources of spring water
I am vulnerable but not feeble.
I am not alone, or helpless
Though night is approaching I am not lost.
Is it the wind or spirit descends from above the trees
A voice telling me a place in eternity
The place where I am going.
It rained yesterday.
Rained again today.
We are only 54 percent in rainfall for the year.
I walked to the river on most days.
Today I did not.
Calamities make days unreal.
In our isolation let’s expand our relationship
You are not alone
We are in this together
We cry together. We pray together
Let’s join our shoulders together
Love will prevail.
I have a mountain of books to read
Books are scattered everywhere in the house
I will call and ask you where to start reading
The garage is full of non-essentials
My hours need occupants
On most days I walk in the neighborhood.
Now is the time that I should go deeper in my learning
Not my usual ordinary way to please myself.
It’s sad to realize it takes a pandemic to wake me up.
Time is emptying like food on the shelves.
Disturbed by nearness
The blue heron flies away
The child, surprised, cries