In the bright moments My mind is a flame, Melting obstacles, Gaining gifts of wisdom. In the dark moments

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

Harsh reality smacks like a slap of cold wind. Sometimes I’m a tough sailor, at the helm,

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,

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

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

Not a word heard As the river flows Over rock, around Banks that lie Waiting for visitors.

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

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

Twilight slides in quietly as birds fly to warm nests. Pink hues of evening reflect in the clouds. Soon the moon

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…

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

Great scientific minds Working for cures Of terminal diseases, The clock ticks... What is the cure

Unable to be all things For all people, Perhaps at one time, I tried. Those days are