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

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

Walking on the beach of long ago, the constant roll of the gulf, it’s sound, like a lullaby.

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

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…

In the blink of an eye It’s a different scene On the big movie screen So easy to get absorbed In the story line of time.

Walking on the edge, Between awareness and sleep. Sometimes... I’m in the moment, I feel my body,

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

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

The white snow, thin Like sand, over The fields, blowing Across the road. My car rambles

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

On a walk, many Brown-Eye Susan line the border, before the woods. Rain clouds move closer as if to give a hug, while

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

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,

Lately, a sadness pervades, I mourn for youth, perhaps passion of younger days. With age, some of that passion