There is my shadow, A dark outline of this body And yet, it also holds,

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

Come with me To the mountain top, Where the crest touches The sky And the air so pure,

In the blink of an eye It’s a different scene On the big movie screen So easy to get absorbed In the story line of time.

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

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,

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

Memories of my childhood Visit more and more Each day, As ghosts of past relatives Cast their shadows,

What is the happiest moment of the… When I make someone laugh When I am of use for the good When I show kindness When I hold a hand

The wind went through me, it carried the yellow, orange and red leaves lightly on the air. Another change is coming,

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

An owl hoots on this cool, crisp Spring night. A sound that’s distant yet echos

The misty, night rain, Soaking bare trees, Bringing nourishment. I stand at the window, A steady beat echoes

Holiday cheer and laughter, Multicolored lights blink faster, Music of love and good will, Grace the air like snowflakes. Tis the season to be compassionate…

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