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

Driving through the small towns of America, children of all colors playing in the streets, some with tattered clothes

It’s that time of year again. The sound of honking geese fills the air, as they pass in alignment, to the Deep South.

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

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

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

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

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

Tonight, the wind whistles as it rushes through the atmospher… Winter’s bare limbs of swaying trees, dance in the shadows.

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.

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

I do believe, to give to others lends meaning to our lives. To be there

Time is going by fast, Trying not to live in the past, To keep priorities straight And not falter at the gate. To join the universal goal

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