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

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

On this New Year’s Eve Direction lost Drifting like blowing snow To and fro. A freeze comes

Easing down the gravel road, yellow leaves spiral across, like a welcome

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

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

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

Twilight slides in quietly as birds fly to warm nests. Pink hues of evening reflect in the clouds. Soon the moon

What is the happiest moment of the… When I make someone laugh When I am of use for the good When I show kindness When I hold a hand

When I sit And watch The in and out Of breath, Thoughts no longer

Birds flying here and there, landing on branches to chirp and bare, their heart. A private club among the trees with their own private code.

My heart is a good heart, It beats strongly And works hard, To keep me alive. My mind is a good mind,

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,

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

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