The dance of fear, Of not being enough, Stops and starts. The unknown, an Uncharted sea,

The buck in the garden Chewing up hard earned Labor, His antlers raise, His ears perk up, as

The white snow, thin Like sand, over The fields, blowing Across the road. My car rambles

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

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

One lit candle burns brightly As I make a wish upon it’s Golden aura, that Humankind May learn to caress the earth As the wind does a field of flower…

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

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

On this New Year’s Eve Direction lost Drifting like blowing snow To and fro. A freeze comes

As I enter my sixty-third year, Fall leaves grace the path I love, With hues of red, Gold and orange.

Summer is near it’s end, I regret not visiting my childhood home, near the gulf, where the sunset

White heron skidding the blue, grey water, of the bay. How free and easy you make it look,

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,

Just a small part of me wants strife to go away, to return to a kinder time. Am I just losing courage? Life is draining me,

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