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

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

Walking on the beach of long ago, the constant roll of the gulf, it’s sound, like a lullaby.

I lay still While my loved one, Sleeps. His warm hand In my hand,

Summertime gives A chance to grow Under the sun, Travel, to new places And have some fun.

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

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

As I age this last quarter of my life, I am fading into the background. As I let go of roles,

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

Looking at my journal’s Blank page While geese fly by and honk A greeting. The red cardinals

Oh billionaires! How you have lost your soul, lost the goal and kneel 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…

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

Squirrels with bushy orange tails leap about the deck. Crickets hum, confused that it’s not dark yet. The caw of a blue jay