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,

Life is like a dream A star studded sky A blink of an eye Oh, how life slips by. Life is like a song

Red bird perched on a tree limb laced with snow. So happy to see him and the joy he brings.

The birds flock to the bird feeder, some with black, capped heads and others with

To open and risk hurt... Or stay closed but Never really live. Pain can reveal... A connection to

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.

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

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

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

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

Birds flying here and there, landing on branches to chirp and bare, their heart. A private club among the trees with their own private code.

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

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

Just a small part of me wants strife to go away, to return to a kinder time. Am I just losing courage? Life is draining me,