It’s that time of year again. The sound of honking geese fills the air, as they pass in alignment, to the Deep South.

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

Oh billionaires! How you have lost your soul, lost the goal and kneel down

Some days you’re in bliss, Some days you’re in pain. Some days you’re up in the clouds, Some days you’re down in the flame… Some days you get what you want

This evening the blank, white page is open. My nerves are on edge, while a storm forms on the horizon.

Driving through the small towns of America, children of all colors playing in the streets, some with tattered clothes

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

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

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

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

Driving down the road, The song, “Let It Be” Came on the radio. Taking me back to Various scenarios.

Old friends walking on the beach, the waves bring in, memories, of carefree days;

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

First snow of the season Came down light and gay, With it’s bright white, Reflecting, Off slow moving clouds

In the noble purpose of my life, In the clear and quiet chamber Of my soul, In the open and warm cave Of my heart,