One year since I traveled to paradise. One year since I laughed and danced with friends. One year since I watched

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

Harsh reality smacks like a slap of cold wind. Sometimes I’m a tough sailor, at the helm,

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

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

Orange full moon with a half smile, a hanging lantern, lighting the way, through dark streets,

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.

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

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,

First snow of the season Came down light and gay, With it’s bright white, Reflecting, Off slow moving clouds

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

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

Perhaps it is the mind separating things into this and that. Perhaps it is the mind with it’s preferences

The red cardinal high in a tree, caught my attention with his melodious chirp on my daily walk.

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