Last night I dreamt that I floated above the clouds, above the earth and my heart

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

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

There is my shadow, A dark outline of this body And yet, it also holds, The hidden imperfections Of my existence.

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

The hummingbirds are buzzing As well as the bees. The Orioles land gingerly On top of the feeder. Cautiously they move down

Cool breeze rustles through the tr… drifting into my open door and leads me to the window to see leaves falling with abandon. Highlights of red and gold lace

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

Rolling painted deserts of the west. Shrub bushes dot sloping hillsides. Relentless sun heats up

At that magical time When the yellow moon Sets, And the pink mist Of dawn,

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

My heart is a good heart, It beats strongly And works hard, To keep me alive. My mind is a good mind,

What is truth? It’s a changing sky, One day clear, The next, cloudy, Holding the blue and grey,

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

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