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

Mr. R. would talk about his deceased brother, he dreamed about him frequently; also of an eagle

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

Just a small part of me wants strife to go away, to return to a kinder time. Am I just losing courage? Life is draining me,

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

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

Red, yellow and orange leaves Fall quickly now And create a tapestry of color That fill my mind With joy.

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

You may not know what you’ll do next: Hit the open road With your thumb stuck out. Give up all you own

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

Memories of my childhood Visit more and more Each day, As ghosts of past relatives Cast their shadows,

The gift of summer Is the sound of a Creek flowing through Rocks. A blue bird perched

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

Not sure where we are headed, Could be a long ride, Keep your heart steady, Open wide your eyes. There is something to learn

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