The red cardinal high in a tree, caught my attention with his melodious chirp on my daily walk.

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

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

Red sun in the morning rolling up the side of earth. The sky turned pink, as a ball of fire showed it’s strength,

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

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

Life is not fair at times... But of course things Change quickly down the line, We are born into a No guarantee world.

Life is a day dream So they say, With every beat Of my heart, The gate to love

The birds flock to the bird feeder, some with black, capped heads and others with

To open and risk hurt... Or stay closed but Never really live. Pain can reveal... A connection to

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

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

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

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

In the dead Of Winter, I long for Spring. In the rains Of Spring,