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

Driving down the road, The song, “Let It Be” Came on the radio. Taking me back to Various scenarios.

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

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

Red and gold leaves Falling, Sing to me Of the season of change, Before the snow,

As we shared stories, The warm hum of voices heard, A cup of love spilled.

Cold spring rain chills my body And yet, the birds fly in unison As if, it is a sunny day. The white tail deer Bounce through the ravine

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

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

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

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

Not a word heard As the river flows Over rock, around Banks that lie Waiting for visitors.

Every hour we are someone Different, Every day something new Learned, Death is just another

In the rustle of leaves the wind plays a tune, the change of season is on the horizon. It asks permission

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