The lines in my hand, Were read once, By a gypsy, who Predicated a long life... But with many interruptions.

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

Walking on the edge, Between awareness and sleep. Sometimes... I’m in the moment, I feel my body,

Thoughts flicker like twinkling lights, ride them across the sky. Embrace your dream,

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

Walking on the beach of long ago, the constant roll of the gulf, it’s sound, like a lullaby.

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

The buck in the garden Chewing up hard earned Labor, His antlers raise, His ears perk up, as

Life is a day dream So they say, With every beat Of my heart, The gate to love

Driving through the small towns of America, children of all colors playing in the streets, some with tattered clothes

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

The flesh withers as we age But our inner spirit Remains the same. And when the body dies The spirit breaks free

In the bright moments My mind is a flame, Melting obstacles, Gaining gifts of wisdom. In the dark moments

Orange full moon with a half smile, a hanging lantern, lighting the way, through dark streets,

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