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

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

Embrace that which comes with ease: The twinkling of an eye, The drumbeat of a heart, The blooming of a flower,

Remember goodness in the fire of e… Remember joy in the center of sorr… Remember love in the flood of hate… Remember courage in the pit of fea… It’s never too late.

Silver sliver of the moon With the bright star of Venus Trailing behind. Moonbeams casting light On the waves,

Just a small part of me wants strife to go away, to return to a kinder time. Am I just losing courage? Life is draining me,

Life is but a dream, our fantasies, spill, like liquid tears that pool and vaporize into the air.

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,

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

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

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

Itchy eyes scaly feet achy joints and bad teeth hair so fine

Photos are all I have At times, Of smiling familiar faces, My family spread out. I would travel often

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

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