Walking on the beach of long ago, the constant roll of the gulf, it’s sound, like a lullaby.

Driving down the road, The song, “Let It Be” Came on the radio. Taking me back to Various scenarios.

On the brink of leaving, To go beyond These borders And say good-bye, To all you know,

There is my shadow, A dark outline of this body And yet, it also holds, The hidden imperfections Of my existence.

Harsh reality smacks like a slap of cold wind. Sometimes I’m a tough sailor, at the helm,

The wind went through me, it carried the yellow, orange and red leaves lightly on the air. Another change is coming,

Yellow finches Line the bird feeder Against Spring’ s canopy Of green and purple tapestry. Back and forth they go

Thoughts flicker like twinkling lights, ride them across the sky. Embrace your dream,

I do believe, to give to others lends meaning to our lives. To be there

The buck in the garden Chewing up hard earned Labor, His antlers raise, His ears perk up, as

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

Old friends walking on the beach, the waves bring in, memories, of carefree days;

Life is a day dream So they say, With every beat Of my heart, The gate to love

My spirit communes with the four directions: To the north are in-laws, our aging mother, her last

Time passing by now In a blink of the eye, In the clap of a hand, In the chirp of a bird, In a flash of light