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

The buck in the garden Chewing up hard earned Labor, His antlers raise, His ears perk up, as

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

One lit candle burns brightly As I make a wish upon it’s Golden aura, that Humankind May learn to caress the earth As the wind does a field of flower…

Yellow finches Line the bird feeder Against Spring’ s canopy Of green and purple tapestry. Back and forth they go

Not sure where we are headed, Could be a long ride, Keep your heart steady, Open wide your eyes. There is something to learn

When you are not here An empty heart full of fear Arises and wonders If I will see you again. What will I do without

In the noble purpose of my life, In the clear and quiet chamber Of my soul, In the open and warm cave Of my heart,

Her smile was like gold, Her lines were often bold, Her stories of wisdom told, In books that are now sold. She has left the earth,

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

Blue star behind tree branch. White cloud passing half moon. Black space surrounds like a

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

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

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