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

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

Every hour we are someone Different, Every day something new Learned, Death is just another

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

Cool breeze rustles through the tr… drifting into my open door and leads me to the window to see leaves falling with abandon. Highlights of red and gold lace

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

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

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

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

Red cardinal dancing On white snow, How regal you appear With your cloak of red, How it cheers my heart

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…

Half a world away, I walk a narrow, stone path. In the rice fields, the Balinese people

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

If I had all the time In the world To write, What would I say? What would be the most