Misty fog floating through bare trees. Cold waves of wind coarse through the woods whistling as they go

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

In the dead Of Winter, I long for Spring. In the rains Of Spring,

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

In the still night In the silence, My soul begs, My mind to rest. It’s story told

Great scientific minds Working for cures Of terminal diseases, The clock ticks... What is the cure

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

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,

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

Last night I dreamt that I floated above the clouds, above the earth and my heart

Today, I wish the pain to go, the fatigue that I fight so. This process of aging is unkind and yet, the law of nature is a fast lane of change.

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

Rolling painted deserts of the west. Shrub bushes dot sloping hillsides. Relentless sun heats up

If I had all the time In the world To write, What would I say? What would be the most

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