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.

Remember the night we took your mother’s car and drove over the skyway bridge? The moon was a bright light to show the way.

Red and gold leaves Falling, Sing to me Of the season of change, Before the snow,

Time is going by fast, Trying not to live in the past, To keep priorities straight And not falter at the gate. To join the universal goal

Life is but a dream, our fantasies, spill, like liquid tears that pool and vaporize into the air.

Geese are honking As they fly Across an orange colored Sky. My spirit soars

Standing at a crossroad Between this life And the next, Heart in hand I knock on that

It’s that time of year again. The sound of honking geese fills the air, as they pass in alignment, to the Deep South.

Perhaps it is the mind separating things into this and that. Perhaps it is the mind with it’s preferences

Orange full moon with a half smile, a hanging lantern, lighting the way, through dark streets,

Inhale, the arms float up, Exhale, the arms float down, Namaste, at the heart. Inhale, the body bends, Hands at top of mat,

Not sure where we are headed, Could be a long ride, Keep your heart steady, Open wide your eyes. There is something to learn

Walking down the dirt path, Sounds drift on the air, Birds chirping, leaves Rustling, dogs barking. Interconnection of life

Silver sliver of the moon With the bright star of Venus Trailing behind. Moonbeams casting light On the waves,

When you are not here An empty heart full of fear Arises and wonders If I will see you again. What will I do without