Not a word heard As the river flows Over rock, around Banks that lie Waiting for visitors.

Brown hawk with spotted tail, soaring on the wind, balancing like a sail. Your piercing cry

I remember your smile, your laugh,… you gave so freely. It’s hard that you are gone. I sigh and walk along the bay.

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

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

Embrace that which comes with ease: The twinkling of an eye, The drumbeat of a heart, The blooming of a flower,

Perhaps it is the mind separating things into this and that. Perhaps it is the mind with it’s preferences

Sitting on the lake shore, Which made my heart soar, The water rippled at times, Swirled into beautiful lines, Clouds reflected in it’s mirror,

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

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

Pretend there is no tomorrow becau… there might not be. Live like there is only this momen… that is the truth. Nothing is solid but whispery,

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

Misty fog floating through bare trees. Cold waves of wind coarse through the woods whistling as they go

Leaves falling, Another season Decorating the earth. One red leaf In my path,

Every hour we are someone Different, Every day something new Learned, Death is just another