Old friends walking on the beach, the waves bring in, memories, of carefree days;

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

Oh billionaires! How you have lost your soul, lost the goal and kneel down

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

Photos are all I have At times, Of smiling familiar faces, My family spread out. I would travel often

It is what it is Despite my wishes for it, Otherwise. You are who you are Despite my expectations,

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…

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

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,

On the brink of leaving, To go beyond These borders And say good-bye, To all you know,

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

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

In the still night In the silence, My soul begs, My mind to rest. It’s story told

Red and gold leaves Falling, Sing to me Of the season of change, Before the snow,

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