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

In the noble purpose of my life, In the clear and quiet chamber Of my soul, In the open and warm cave Of my heart,

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

Cold spring rain chills my body And yet, the birds fly in unison As if, it is a sunny day. The white tail deer Bounce through the ravine

Time passing by now In a blink of the eye, In the clap of a hand, In the chirp of a bird, In a flash of light

I lay still While my loved one, Sleeps. His warm hand In my hand,

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

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

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

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

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

In the rustle of leaves the wind plays a tune, the change of season is on the horizon. It asks permission

As I age this last quarter of my life, I am fading into the background. As I let go of roles,

Driving down the road, The song, “Let It Be” Came on the radio. Taking me back to Various scenarios.