Poetry, spiritual, nature, oceans, love, trees
I’m an old guy riding my bike
in the neighborhood
bright yellow safety vest
and grey hair
coasting down a long hill
gazing to our green mountain
and blue sky
when I notice a young father
standing beside his adorable
little daughter
with her pink dress and white hat
she is holding up both arms
and waving enthusiastically
with her tiny hands
she calls out a greeting hello
as I glide by
wonderful
Were there words
in the pockets of your mouth
that you carry with you
in case you wanted to try
to say something
that there really are no words
to say
maybe you could find
a language
in the flowing of your body
or maybe it’s in the distance
to your eyes
When you speak
I am startled by the images
and sounds
of who you are
when I blink you are gone
but when I listen
there is humming in the distance
Tales from my life
as a giant cedar tree
eight hundred years
with the tickle of wind
the passing touch of sun
and the constant search for water
eight hundred years
patience I tell myself
patience
My body is still
but my mind is staging a riot
then I need to touch my ear
my eyes open
and the day has begun
Sometimes
my body forgets
it’s seventy two years old
I don’t say a word
I do too
Adding his voice
to the dialogue of the world
he could hear his heart
beating in the veins of time
as he walked
down the road of his life
feeling the love flowing
from the heart of the world
When the weight
of the mountain
is more than the ground
can carry
the mountain sinks slowly
into the core of itself
while longing for open sky
and the flight of eagles
I must return
your imaginary oranges
perhaps you misunderstand
my hunger
daninmaya 