You may not know what you’ll do next: Hit the open road With your thumb stuck out. Give up all you own

Blue star behind tree branch. White cloud passing half moon. Black space surrounds like a

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

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

The flesh withers as we age But our inner spirit Remains the same. And when the body dies The spirit breaks free

In the rustle of leaves the wind plays a tune, the change of season is on the horizon. It asks permission

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

When I first heard “The Blackbird,” In the middle Of night, I was just thirteen.

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

Life is a day dream So they say, With every beat Of my heart, The gate to love

Dark bulk of a single bird, With red puffed up chest, As winter’s breeze sways his perch…

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

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

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,

Cold spring rain chills my body And yet, the birds fly in unison As if, it is a sunny day. The white tail deer Bounce through the ravine