Red sun in the morning rolling up the side of earth. The sky turned pink, as a ball of fire showed it’s strength,

Ambition seems overrated at this time of life, effort seems more like strife. In my youth I was motivated by a hungry desire

When you are not here An empty heart full of fear Arises and wonders If I will see you again. What will I do without

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

Beneath the bustling, hustling mind, deep inside, there is an oasis of calm.

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

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

Oh hummingbird Where are you now? Have you taken My courage with you? Oh hummingbird

Hello Sunrise, with your red ball of fire, peeking over the horizon, leaving the clouds pink,

What is truth? It’s a changing sky, One day clear, The next, cloudy, Holding the blue and grey,

Remember the night we took your mother’s car and drove over the skyway bridge? The moon was a bright light to show the way.

This evening the blank, white page is open. My nerves are on edge, while a storm forms on the horizon.

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

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

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