Sometimes wonder about a star, way afar. How life might be in outer space,

Firefly shine your light, Brighten my life, Lead the way, through The meadows, in my mind. Firefly, float so high,

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

White heron skidding the blue, grey water, of the bay. How free and easy you make it look,

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

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

Beneath the bustling, hustling mind, deep inside, there is an oasis of calm.

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

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

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,

In the bright moments My mind is a flame, Melting obstacles, Gaining gifts of wisdom. In the dark moments

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

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

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