The many places I have been And countless faces I have seen, The many tales to be told, Into the universe, they unfold. It’s all a passing show,

Pale blue moon Of August, Peeking behind The clouds, Luminous,

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

White heron skidding the blue, grey water, of the bay. How free and easy you make it look,

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

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

Geese are honking As they fly Across an orange colored Sky. My spirit soars

The flesh withers as we age But our inner spirit Remains the same. And when the body dies The spirit breaks free

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

Cold spring rain chills my body And yet, the birds fly in unison As if, it is a sunny day. The white tail deer Bounce through the ravine

My heart is a good heart, It beats strongly And works hard, To keep me alive. My mind is a good mind,

Pretend there is no tomorrow becau… there might not be. Live like there is only this momen… that is the truth. Nothing is solid but whispery,

The white snow lay gently on the ground in a swirl pattern. The sky, a slab of smooth grey stone.

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

Misty fog floating through bare trees. Cold waves of wind coarse through the woods whistling as they go