In the Moment
The moment is now,
The moment is me,
The moment is you,
The moment is us,
It's all about trust.
The moment is the view,
The moment is the sounds,
Just look around
And hear what abounds.
The moment is here,
And the moment is dear.
May it not be lost,
For that bears too much a cost.
The moment is now,
Just see how.
In the moment is where I shall be,
Out there beside a tree,
In the wood, where all is good.
From now on I only live in the moment.
The moment is where I belong.
Restful
Here I sit a happy chap,
Reflecting on who I am.My mind, my self, my being
Are all so restful.
I could hear the gentle sound of the flowing brook,
As waters rippled over the rocks.
Looking to my left I saw the lava melt
And bubbles of peace float around,
Which at times unified into a strip
Before they started to drip and drift.
All the while Buddha sat,
Laughing as he always does
He too a happy chap.
Reflecting on the year gone by,
I sat and thought of the year to come,
All this from my living room.
Here I sit a happy chap
Here I am so restful.
Salmon & Salad
Something light, I wanted that night,
that fish was the answer to my wish.Salmon and lemon, all too common,
so I added some dill to fit the bill,
And some chives to bring alive,
The garden salad.
There were chunks of cucumber,
in the right number,
Tomatoes, greens and vinaigrette.
Peppered fish jamming with apricot,
I savoured all those juices,
All those flavours....mmmmm
My tongue was in heaven,
That my buds bloomed all at once.
There was no need for any other kind of jazz,
I just sat and ate my salad,
All the while listening to the soothing ballad.
With such a taste, there surely could be no waste.
That was the beauty of tonight's Salmon and Salad.
The Spirit of Moab
The Spirit of Moab just leaves you high,It helps to rekindle the joys of life,
That can these days so easily get lost.
Among the tribes of riders who come each year,
Each is prepared to hail, to the almighty Slickrock Trail.
As you take pleasure in the red rocks that surrounds you,
You just know that the landing won’t be soft,
But that still doesn’t put you off.
Riding Porcupine Rim, you just can’t help but grin.
No matter what your zodiac maybe,
There is Gemini Bridges to astound you with awe.
Her majesty the Sovereign Trail, maybe new,
However for those who ride her, she provides spectacular views.
Whatever the weather maybe, be it hot and dry, or wet and cold,
In Moab it could be blowing a gale,
but knowing that there’s a fine brewery serving Derailleur Ale
With such great beer, there is nothing to fear.
That with so much beauty there can be no need for why?
The Spirit of Moab it just leaves you so high.
Smiles
She makes me happy,
Makes me glad,
I'm so lucky
Like a kid with candy,
Every time I think of her,
She makes me happy.
Carolyn
Carolyn, has this grin
it just takes you in.Looking in her eyes, I just feel alive
Be they green or blue,
That depends on the color of her shoes.
But whatever clothes she wears,
I just love to stare,
and smile with her there.
As I cuddle her tight, throughout the night
Keeping her warm and safe, she keeps me happy.
Love is foolish, love is blind,
Here is a woman that's one of a kind,
and every day is on my mind.
A soul so rare that I did meet,
Kissing her lips each time we greet.
Life is strange and sometimes sad,
but then again not everything is bad.
Carolyn with her grin, takes me in.
The Writer
The writer he sits and ponders his thoughts,
Looking at his life that has occurred so far.
The places he’s been, the things he has seen,
The people he’s met and all the in betweens.
Allow him his tales, and stories of fun,
For he is a man who gets on with anyone.
