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

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,

The gift of summer Is the sound of a Creek flowing through Rocks. A blue bird perched

Life is like a dream A star studded sky A blink of an eye Oh, how life slips by. Life is like a song

Walking on the edge, Between awareness and sleep. Sometimes... I’m in the moment, I feel my body,

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

Life is a day dream So they say, With every beat Of my heart, The gate to love

Orange full moon with a half smile, a hanging lantern, lighting the way, through dark streets,

When I first heard “The Blackbird,” In the middle Of night, I was just thirteen.

Twilight slides in quietly as birds fly to warm nests. Pink hues of evening reflect in the clouds. Soon the moon

I do believe, to give to others lends meaning to our lives. To be there

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

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

Grateful for: Sunrise of pink and gold Showing the way, Lighting the sky, To another blessed day.

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