In the noble purpose of my life, In the clear and quiet chamber Of my soul, In the open and warm cave Of my heart,

Inhale, the arms float up, Exhale, the arms float down, Namaste, at the heart. Inhale, the body bends, Hands at top of mat,

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.

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.

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

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,

Walking on the edge, Between awareness and sleep. Sometimes... I’m in the moment, I feel my body,

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

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

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

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

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

Red, yellow and orange leaves Fall quickly now And create a tapestry of color That fill my mind With joy.

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