What inspires me... Hummingbirds buzzing as they land, on nearby flowers. Their amazing wings

It’s a billion stars moving and co… While we sleep. It’s one miracle after another and… We do not take the leap. It’s the great heave of nature

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

Lately, a sadness pervades, I mourn for youth, perhaps passion of younger days. With age, some of that passion

The wind went through me, it carried the yellow, orange and red leaves lightly on the air. Another change is coming,

On this New Year’s Eve Direction lost Drifting like blowing snow To and fro. A freeze comes

Great scientific minds Working for cures Of terminal diseases, The clock ticks... What is the cure

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

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

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

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

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

Holiday cheer and laughter, Multicolored lights blink faster, Music of love and good will, Grace the air like snowflakes. Tis the season to be compassionate…

The lines in my hand, Were read once, By a gypsy, who Predicated a long life... But with many interruptions.

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