Brown hawk with spotted tail, soaring on the wind, balancing like a sail. Your piercing cry

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

Squirrels with bushy orange tails leap about the deck. Crickets hum, confused that it’s not dark yet. The caw of a blue jay

Remember the night we took your mother’s car and drove over the skyway bridge? The moon was a bright light to show the way.

Embrace that which comes with ease: The twinkling of an eye, The drumbeat of a heart, The blooming of a flower,

Memories of my childhood Visit more and more Each day, As ghosts of past relatives Cast their shadows,

Hello Sunrise, with your red ball of fire, peeking over the horizon, leaving the clouds pink,

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

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

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

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

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

Beneath the bustling, hustling mind, deep inside, there is an oasis of calm.

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