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

This is the America I know: A sea of white, black, red, yellow And brown faces, Strong minds and voices Raised to the sun,

You may not know what you’ll do next: Hit the open road With your thumb stuck out. Give up all you own

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

In the still night In the silence, My soul begs, My mind to rest. It’s story told

Walking down the dirt path, Sounds drift on the air, Birds chirping, leaves Rustling, dogs barking. Interconnection of life

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,

Not sure where we are headed, Could be a long ride, Keep your heart steady, Open wide your eyes. There is something to learn

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

Every hour we are someone Different, Every day something new Learned, Death is just another

When I first heard “The Blackbird,” In the middle Of night, I was just thirteen.

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

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

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

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