Lately, a sadness pervades, I mourn for youth, perhaps passion of younger days. With age, some of that passion

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

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

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

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

Pale blue moon Of August, Peeking behind The clouds, Luminous,

Geese are honking As they fly Across an orange colored Sky. My spirit soars

What if, The simple things In life, were the Most important Events.

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

What inspires me... Hummingbirds buzzing as they land, on nearby flowers. Their amazing wings

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…

As we shared stories, The warm hum of voices heard, A cup of love spilled.

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