“Think carefully of what is offered what is kept and where it goes.”
— Shintai Dungay
“The sky, the stars, the ocean the mountains plants, animals enlightenment.”
— Michele Heifetz
“The cycle is complete only to begin once again Wonder, awakenings, growth The journey continues Until”
— Michele Heifetz
“The year has fled Feeling left nbehind Looking for sparks of adventure.”
— Michele Heifetz
“As the sky is lit with A thousand stars that no longer exist May I continue to shine in your memory.”
— Isaac Heifetz
“This heart explodes and all its selfiness leaks out, and all the light floods in. And then none of that matters. What a relief!”
— Emilie Teiko
“Looking back ... I have been more dead at times alive, than I will be dead”
— Kim Wood-Saldana
““Golden years” ”Twilight years” mask reality
Bodies fail, Minds do too friends die
What does it take to ponder Mary Oliver’s grasshopper What do we plan to do with this ”one wild and precious life”?
Welcome, old friend.”
— Connie Ryan
“I look in the mirror and now I see A compassionate being looking back at me.”
— Monica Smith
“Impermanence. Hooray! 1. Judgements gone. 2. Disagreements gone. 3. Ego gone. What’s not to like about that? ”
— Nancy Ashely
“Chairs in the attic wood in the shop gotta get at it chop, chop ———chop
Oh, really?”
— Brucy Ryan
“Running my own estate sale Slowly.”
— Bruce Ryan
“My life a path The grandchildren follow.”
— Sharon Wood Wortman
“Birds soar The sun and moon eclipse Me, too.”
— Sharon Wood Wortman
“What do I know of death, me who knew so little of living.”
— Sharon Wood Wortman
“My heart The clock that marks time soon still”
— Sharon Wood Wortman
“The Buddha with her large lap Look for me there.”
— Sharon Wood Wortman
“If I could rewind it all and start over again I wouldn’t.”
— Sharon Wood Whartman
“I tell myself Lies but death is the truth.”
— Sharon Wood Wortman
“Of all the groups impermanence is the most exclusive”
— Sharon Wood Wortman
“Death a lesson which needs no practicing.”
— Sharon Wood Wortman
“Finally, no to do list.”
— Sharon Wood Wortman
“Climbing endless steps toward the Golden Buddha at dawn. Snow falling, fog thickening as the sky lightens. Unable to see more than shapes All is shrouded in mystery.”