Memorial Day Weekend
It’s the first few summery days of spring. And I walked the promenade in Rye. The boardwalk was alive with couples. Some giddy in the
Grateful
In the fog of my pain and confusion I have thrashed about Seeking salve for my wounds And remedies for my fractured “Humpty Dumpty” of a heart I
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On Your Birthday
On rain swept days or sun struck mornings I sit upon this marble bench in your rose garden, And sigh your name and wonder … If you
A Study in Loving Kindness
By day you lead your yogis in breath led twist and poses By night you have us reading star maps, To navigate the journey that’s
That I Might Find Them
In the milder seasons, I slow my ride and scan the horizon, with hopes and prayers that I might find them.
The Reflections of Other's Perceptions
We must let our insight guide us and to step out of the looking glass and into the reflections from deep within our true self.
A Prayer
Oh lord my creator, I hand to thee all my fears and my worries, and pray with every fiber of my being. that you will guide
Times Gone By
My unseen hand touching the small of your back.
My Blessings
To the maker of stars and the stardust from which we are all formed, Who bent down from the heavens, and with the sweetest kiss, And
If Only
If only my heart were broken, Instead of shattered into shards, its clockwork ripping through time and space, parts scattered across the universe, never to be
The Yogi's Symphony
The yogi speaks the Sanskrit words And guides the souls within us To move in time and space from one form to another Her tone and
These Days
I don’t know how to love these days, With broken heart and jagged soul. For half a century it was easy As you grew near