Misty fog floating through bare trees. Cold waves of wind coarse through the woods whistling as they go

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

Walking on the edge, Between awareness and sleep. Sometimes... I’m in the moment, I feel my body,

A path with heart Is full of love Which makes us right Brings in the light And chases the dark.

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

Mr. R. would talk about his deceased brother, he dreamed about him frequently; also of an eagle

Pale blue moon Of August, Peeking behind The clouds, Luminous,

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

Remember the night we took your mother’s car and drove over the skyway bridge? The moon was a bright light to show the way.

As I walk along nature’s path The clouds appear luminous and nea… As if to hug and protect All earthly inhabitants. Turtles sunbathe on a floating log

It’s that time of year again. The sound of honking geese fills the air, as they pass in alignment, to the Deep South.

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

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

Come with me To the mountain top, Where the crest touches The sky And the air so pure,

Unable to be all things For all people, Perhaps at one time, I tried. Those days are