Red sun in the morning rolling up the side of earth. The sky turned pink, as a ball of fire showed it’s strength,

Red cardinal dancing On white snow, How regal you appear With your cloak of red, How it cheers my heart

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

Every hour we are someone Different, Every day something new Learned, Death is just another

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

The flesh withers as we age But our inner spirit Remains the same. And when the body dies The spirit breaks free

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

Summer is near it’s end, I regret not visiting my childhood home, near the gulf, where the sunset

Blue star behind tree branch. White cloud passing half moon. Black space surrounds like a

What if, The simple things In life, were the Most important Events.

Autumn wind Brings scattered leaves, Splattered, With red and gold. Autumn wind

When I grow really old I may have to do yoga Full time, to get out The aches and creaks. When I grow really old

When I first heard “The Blackbird,” In the middle Of night, I was just thirteen.

Tonight, the wind whistles as it rushes through the atmospher… Winter’s bare limbs of swaying trees, dance in the shadows.

Holiday cheer and laughter, Multicolored lights blink faster, Music of love and good will, Grace the air like snowflakes. Tis the season to be compassionate…