Embrace that which comes with ease: The twinkling of an eye, The drumbeat of a heart, The blooming of a flower,

Not sure what to write while the world is on the brink of another war. While others face

Holy Holy Morning glory Blooming in a haze Of purple light. Holy Holy

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

Not a word heard As the river flows Over rock, around Banks that lie Waiting for visitors.

Looking at my journal’s Blank page While geese fly by and honk A greeting. The red cardinals

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

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

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

If I had all the time In the world To write, What would I say? What would be the most

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.

Dark bulk of a single bird, With red puffed up chest, As winter’s breeze sways his perch…

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

The lines in my hand, Were read once, By a gypsy, who Predicated a long life... But with many interruptions.

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