In the blink of an eye It’s a different scene On the big movie screen So easy to get absorbed In the story line of time.

My spirit communes with the four directions: To the north are in-laws, our aging mother, her last

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

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

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

It’s that time of year again. The sound of honking geese fills the air, as they pass in alignment, to the Deep South.

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

Walking down the dirt path, Sounds drift on the air, Birds chirping, leaves Rustling, dogs barking. Interconnection of life

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

This is the America I know: A sea of white, black, red, yellow And brown faces, Strong minds and voices Raised to the sun,

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

Sometimes wonder about a star, way afar. How life might be in outer space,

When I grow really old I may have to do yoga Full time, to get out The aches and creaks. When I grow really old

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

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