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,

Ambition seems overrated at this time of life, effort seems more like strife. In my youth I was motivated by a hungry desire

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

What if, The simple things In life, were the Most important Events.

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

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

Some days you’re in bliss, Some days you’re in pain. Some days you’re up in the clouds, Some days you’re down in the flame… Some days you get what you want

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

Looking at my journal’s Blank page While geese fly by and honk A greeting. The red cardinals

Blue star behind tree branch. White cloud passing half moon. Black space surrounds like a

To open and risk hurt... Or stay closed but Never really live. Pain can reveal... A connection to

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

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

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,