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

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

As I enter my sixty-third year, Fall leaves grace the path I love, With hues of red, Gold and orange.

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

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.

There is my shadow, A dark outline of this body And yet, it also holds, The hidden imperfections Of my existence.

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

Sometimes wonder about a star, way afar. How life might be in outer space,

A path with heart Is full of love Which makes us right Brings in the light And chases the dark.

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

In the dead Of Winter, I long for Spring. In the rains Of Spring,

One lit candle burns brightly As I make a wish upon it’s Golden aura, that Humankind May learn to caress the earth As the wind does a field of flower…

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

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,