When I sit And watch The in and out Of breath, Thoughts no longer

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

If I could go back in time I would fix my wrongs, I would sing new songs And mend all hate And open the gate

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,

Pink hues from the west Filter through Snow covered boughs Leaving, The evening light

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

The buck in the garden Chewing up hard earned Labor, His antlers raise, His ears perk up, as

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

The dance of fear, Of not being enough, Stops and starts. The unknown, an Uncharted sea,

Firefly shine your light, Brighten my life, Lead the way, through The meadows, in my mind. Firefly, float so high,

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

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

Red and gold leaves Falling, Sing to me Of the season of change, Before the snow,

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

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