Oh billionaires! How you have lost your soul, lost the goal and kneel down

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

Twilight slides in quietly as birds fly to warm nests. Pink hues of evening reflect in the clouds. Soon the moon

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

Brown hawk with spotted tail, soaring on the wind, balancing like a sail. Your piercing cry

Life is not fair at times... But of course things Change quickly down the line, We are born into a No guarantee world.

In the dead Of Winter, I long for Spring. In the rains Of Spring,

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

Itchy eyes scaly feet achy joints and bad teeth hair so fine

Pretend there is no tomorrow becau… there might not be. Live like there is only this momen… that is the truth. Nothing is solid but whispery,

The gift of summer Is the sound of a Creek flowing through Rocks. A blue bird perched

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

The chimes outside the pottery studio ring like a temple bell, calling the faithful to honor,

Easing down the gravel road, yellow leaves spiral across, like a welcome

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