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

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.

The wind went through me, it carried the yellow, orange and red leaves lightly on the air. Another change is coming,

There is my shadow, A dark outline of this body And yet, it also holds,

When I grow really old I may have to do yoga Full time, to get out The aches and creaks. When I grow really old

On a walk this morning, the rocky cliffs that reach the blue-green sea, talk of strength today.

Brown hawk with spotted tail, soaring on the wind, balancing like a sail. Your piercing cry

Inspiration is in the falling of rain, the soft coo of birds in late afternoon, the sinking of the

Life is not fair at times... But of course things Change quickly down the line, We are born into a No guarantee world.

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

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,

Some days you’re in bliss, Some days you’re in pain. Some days you’re up in the clouds, Some days you’re down in the flame… Some days you get what you want

In the blink of an eye It’s a different scene On the big movie screen So easy to get absorbed In the story line of time.

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

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