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,

Leaves falling, Another season Decorating the earth. One red leaf In my path,

Summer is near it’s end, I regret not visiting my childhood home, near the gulf, where the sunset

When I grow really old I may have to do yoga Full time, to get out The aches and creaks. When I grow really old

One year since I traveled to paradise. One year since I laughed and danced with friends. One year since I watched

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

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

Unable to be all things For all people, Perhaps at one time, I tried. Those days are

Every hour we are someone Different, Every day something new Learned, Death is just another

What is the happiest moment of the… When I make someone laugh When I am of use for the good When I show kindness When I hold a hand

Inspiration is in the falling of rain, the soft coo of birds in late afternoon, the sinking of the

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…

Not sure what to write while the world is on the brink of another war. While others face

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