Eyes of a child Glaring looking with a curious stare Butterfly wings fill the air Butterfly wings unfold And open with colorful flare Butterflies glide across fields Of tall green pasture Eyes of a child Glaring looking with a curious stare Can I fly if my arms were wings Running through tall green pasture With childhood laughter Flopping his arms as wings Waiting to rise and fly Glide through the air like butterflies Eyes of a child stops Exhausted with laughter realized Only butterfleis fly
Questions, unquestioned discoveries, and answers in parable and rhyme…. This collection records a journey starting with a 1960s retrospective and the first man on the moon, moving to a new millennium welcomed in with a terrorist spin, family crises,
The songs and art in this book are about our collective emergence after the pandemic and trauma of the last few years - comprised of 5 collections: World as Refuge, Where We Live, In Our Hands, Rhythms of Change and What We See & Sow.
A further collection of poems, many from years in the Middle East, but also the California San Francisco and Central Coast areas (Santa Cruz, Carmel, Big Sur, Berkeley, etc.).
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