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

The birds flock to the bird feeder, some with black, capped heads and others with

My heart is a good heart, It beats strongly And works hard, To keep me alive. My mind is a good mind,

Embrace that which comes with ease: The twinkling of an eye, The drumbeat of a heart, The blooming of a flower,

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

Lately, a sadness pervades, I mourn for youth, perhaps passion of younger days. With age, some of that passion

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

I lay still While my loved one, Sleeps. His warm hand In my hand,

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

Orange full moon with a half smile, a hanging lantern, lighting the way, through dark streets,

Red sun in the morning rolling up the side of earth. The sky turned pink, as a ball of fire showed it’s strength,

Come with me To the mountain top, Where the crest touches The sky And the air so pure,

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

The wind went through me, it carried the yellow, orange and red leaves lightly on the air. Another change is coming,

The buck in the garden Chewing up hard earned Labor, His antlers raise, His ears perk up, as