I do believe, to give to others lends meaning to our lives. To be there

Last night I dreamt that I floated above the clouds, above the earth and my heart

Pretend there is no tomorrow becau… there might not be. Live like there is only this momen… that is the truth. Nothing is solid but whispery,

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

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

Old friends walking on the beach, the waves bring in, memories, of carefree days;

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.

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

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

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

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

Standing at a crossroad Between this life And the next, Heart in hand I knock on that

Thoughts flicker like twinkling lights, ride them across the sky. Embrace your dream,

Dark bulk of a single bird, With red puffed up chest, As winter’s breeze sways his perch…

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