This evening the blank, white page is open. My nerves are on edge, while a storm forms on the horizon.

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

In the noble purpose of my life, In the clear and quiet chamber Of my soul, In the open and warm cave Of my heart,

One lit candle burns brightly As I make a wish upon it’s Golden aura, that Humankind May learn to caress the earth As the wind does a field of flower…

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

Red, yellow and orange leaves Fall quickly now And create a tapestry of color That fill my mind With joy.

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

Grateful for: Sunrise of pink and gold Showing the way, Lighting the sky, To another blessed day.

The white snow lay gently on the ground in a swirl pattern. The sky, a slab of smooth grey stone.

White heron skidding the blue, grey water, of the bay. How free and easy you make it look,

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

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

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

In the still night In the silence, My soul begs, My mind to rest. It’s story told

My heart is a good heart, It beats strongly And works hard, To keep me alive. My mind is a good mind,