Time passing by now In a blink of the eye, In the clap of a hand, In the chirp of a bird, In a flash of light

Last night I dreamt that I floated above the clouds, above the earth and my heart

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

A path with heart Is full of love Which makes us right Brings in the light And chases the dark.

What if, The simple things In life, were the Most important Events.

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

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

Standing at a crossroad Between this life And the next, Heart in hand I knock on that

In the still night In the silence, My soul begs, My mind to rest. It’s story told

Autumn wind Brings scattered leaves, Splattered, With red and gold. Autumn wind

Many thoughts in the mind, Some productive, some not. They glow like fires, Created by needs and

Pink hues from the west Filter through Snow covered boughs Leaving, The evening light

Red and gold leaves Falling, Sing to me Of the season of change, Before the snow,

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

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