The chimes outside the pottery studio ring like a temple bell, calling the faithful to honor,

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

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;

When you are not here An empty heart full of fear Arises and wonders If I will see you again. What will I do without

This evening the blank, white page is open. My nerves are on edge, while a storm forms on the horizon.

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

The hummingbirds are buzzing As well as the bees. The Orioles land gingerly On top of the feeder. Cautiously they move down

Perhaps it is the mind separating things into this and that. Perhaps it is the mind with it’s preferences

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

In the bright moments My mind is a flame, Melting obstacles, Gaining gifts of wisdom. In the dark moments

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

What inspires me... Hummingbirds buzzing as they land, on nearby flowers. Their amazing wings

Grateful for: Sunrise of pink and gold Showing the way, Lighting the sky, To another blessed day.

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