Birds flying here and there, landing on branches to chirp and bare, their heart. A private club among the trees with their own private code.

At that magical time When the yellow moon Sets, And the pink mist Of dawn,

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

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

What is the happiest moment of the… When I make someone laugh When I am of use for the good When I show kindness When I hold a hand

My spirit communes with the four directions: To the north are in-laws, our aging mother, her last

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

Holiday cheer and laughter, Multicolored lights blink faster, Music of love and good will, Grace the air like snowflakes. Tis the season to be compassionate…

The lines in my hand, Were read once, By a gypsy, who Predicated a long life... But with many interruptions.

Firefly shine your light, Brighten my life, Lead the way, through The meadows, in my mind. Firefly, float so high,

When I sit And watch The in and out Of breath, Thoughts no longer

Leaves falling, Another season Decorating the earth. One red leaf In my path,

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

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

The many places I have been And countless faces I have seen, The many tales to be told, Into the universe, they unfold. It’s all a passing show,