Cool breeze rustles through the tr… drifting into my open door and leads me to the window to see leaves falling with abandon. Highlights of red and gold lace

Brown hawk with spotted tail, soaring on the wind, balancing like a sail. Your piercing cry

As we shared stories, The warm hum of voices heard, A cup of love spilled.

Red cardinal dancing On white snow, How regal you appear With your cloak of red, How it cheers my heart

What inspires me... Hummingbirds buzzing as they land, on nearby flowers. Their amazing wings

Twilight slides in quietly as birds fly to warm nests. Pink hues of evening reflect in the clouds. Soon the moon

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

An owl hoots on this cool, crisp Spring night. A sound that’s distant yet echos

As I age this last quarter of my life, I am fading into the background. As I let go of roles,

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

Life is but a dream, our fantasies, spill, like liquid tears that pool and vaporize into the air.

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

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,

Easing down the gravel road, yellow leaves spiral across, like a welcome

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,