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

In the rustle of leaves the wind plays a tune, the change of season is on the horizon. It asks permission

What if, The simple things In life, were the Most important Events.

Birds flying here and there, landing on branches to chirp and bare, their heart. A private club among the trees with their own private code.

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

Her smile was like gold, Her lines were often bold, Her stories of wisdom told, In books that are now sold. She has left the earth,

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

The lines in my hand, Were read once, By a gypsy, who Predicated a long life... But with many interruptions.

On the brink of leaving, To go beyond These borders And say good-bye, To all you know,

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

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

Life is not fair at times... But of course things Change quickly down the line, We are born into a No guarantee world.

Life is like a dream A star studded sky A blink of an eye Oh, how life slips by. Life is like a song

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