Life is a day dream So they say, With every beat Of my heart, The gate to love

Many thoughts in the mind, Some productive, some not. They glow like fires, Created by needs and

The gift of summer Is the sound of a Creek flowing through Rocks. A blue bird perched

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

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

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…

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,

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

Ambition seems overrated at this time of life, effort seems more like strife. In my youth I was motivated by a hungry desire

Not a word heard As the river flows Over rock, around Banks that lie Waiting for visitors.

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

Photos are all I have At times, Of smiling familiar faces, My family spread out. I would travel often

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

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

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