The many places I have been And countless faces I have seen, The many tales to be told, Into the universe, they unfold. It’s all a passing show,

As we shared stories, The warm hum of voices heard, A cup of love spilled.

Photos are all I have At times, Of smiling familiar faces, My family spread out. I would travel often

The gift of summer Is the sound of a Creek flowing through Rocks. A blue bird perched

On a walk this morning, the rocky cliffs that reach the blue-green sea, talk of strength today.

The lines in my hand, Were read once, By a gypsy, who Predicated a long life... But with many interruptions.

Half a world away, I walk a narrow, stone path. In the rice fields, the Balinese people

Pink hues from the west Filter through Snow covered boughs Leaving, The evening light

On this New Year’s Eve Direction lost Drifting like blowing snow To and fro. A freeze comes

One year since I traveled to paradise. One year since I laughed and danced with friends. One year since I watched

Some days you’re in bliss, Some days you’re in pain. Some days you’re up in the clouds, Some days you’re down in the flame… Some days you get what you want

The dance of fear, Of not being enough, Stops and starts. The unknown, an Uncharted sea,

Itchy eyes scaly feet achy joints and bad teeth hair so fine

In the blink of an eye It’s a different scene On the big movie screen So easy to get absorbed In the story line of time.