In those canyons within our lives where we search
for a safe place,
a quiet space,
to renew and begin again
we needn’t look far
to find the open arms
of nature and peace,
allowing
our rivers to run freely.
Note: I’m actually off today recharging. Following a one day out of seven concept. Until tomorrow. Peace.
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Sunlight gently danced on wind tossed leaves, as he made his way into the cool calmness of the forest,
the safety of the earth awaiting. And in knowing the trail, his spirit was always refreshed.
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I don’t even know how to say this. This is not a joke, it’s not a poem, it’s not a piece of fiction……my wife has cancer again.
This is the 3rd time now, and the mass inside her chest is even bigger than the last time.
To be honest it’s devastating. We are both devastated, and yet……a nurse recently told us,
“Hope keeps you alive.” And that’s so true….we have seen it many times.
I ask for your positive thoughts and prayers, for the one I love.
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P.S. I will post some older work for awhile. It will help me to focus and remain active. If you leave messages I will eventually see them.
Yes, we will be taking good care of each other.
Peace.
As the willow bends, so too our spirits in the direction of light,
silence is a teacher, planting
stronger seeds.
Yet, we were not born on top of the mountain,
people, it really is people
that infuse
and shape us,
encouraging our identity.
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As dawn speaks to the broken heart
so autumn speaks
to the heart
in love.
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On a tough day, or when I need recovering, you can find me,
or I can find myself again
in these mountains.
You see they have a way,
a miraculous way
of removing bitterness
and fatigue.
Note: These mountains are just 5 minutes from my house.
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And the sins of the fathers are being visited on us their children,
while the Earth continues to be ripped and torn,
I can’t help but think of the people lost,
swept away by storms,
from the changes in our air,
as dark clouds still gather
while ignorant bullies hide
their head in the sand,
lacking even a speck
of empathy.
How many more people
will be lost?
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As the day breaks, we awake with our spirits free,
untangling from our dreams.
Our body still mending – as we stretch,
and we realize there is still poetry
waiting for us, regardless
of our aches and pains.
As you know I love writing poetry, but as I grow older I am dealing with chronic pain now. So I will continue writing, and posting, but my presence here will be reduced.
I will be focusing more on exercise, Asian medicine (sometimes called alternative medicine) and pain management.
Thank you to everyone for reading my poetry!!
I wish everyone peace!
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Rivers Renewed 