Blue star behind tree branch. White cloud passing half moon. Black space surrounds like a

The white snow lay gently on the ground in a swirl pattern. The sky, a slab of smooth grey stone.

Itchy eyes scaly feet achy joints and bad teeth hair so fine

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

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

Not sure where we are headed, Could be a long ride, Keep your heart steady, Open wide your eyes. There is something to learn

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

Remember the night we took your mother’s car and drove over the skyway bridge? The moon was a bright light to show the way.

Oh billionaires! How you have lost your soul, lost the goal and kneel down

Red and gold leaves Falling, Sing to me Of the season of change, Before the snow,

Sitting on the lake shore, Which made my heart soar, The water rippled at times, Swirled into beautiful lines, Clouds reflected in it’s mirror,

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

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

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

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