I lay still While my loved one, Sleeps. His warm hand In my hand,

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

Tonight, the wind whistles as it rushes through the atmospher… Winter’s bare limbs of swaying trees, dance in the shadows.

It is what it is Despite my wishes for it, Otherwise. You are who you are Despite my expectations,

What is the happiest moment of the… When I make someone laugh When I am of use for the good When I show kindness When I hold a hand

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

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

Time is going by fast, Trying not to live in the past, To keep priorities straight And not falter at the gate. To join the universal goal

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

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

The red cardinal high in a tree, caught my attention with his melodious chirp on my daily walk.

The dance of fear, Of not being enough, Stops and starts. The unknown, an Uncharted sea,

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

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

When I sit And watch The in and out Of breath, Thoughts no longer