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

If I had all the time In the world To write, What would I say? What would be the most

One lit candle burns brightly As I make a wish upon it’s Golden aura, that Humankind May learn to caress the earth As the wind does a field of flower…

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

Pink hues from the west Filter through Snow covered boughs Leaving, The evening light

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

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

Geese are honking As they fly Across an orange colored Sky. My spirit soars

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

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,

Unable to be all things For all people, Perhaps at one time, I tried. Those days are

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

As I enter my sixty-third year, Fall leaves grace the path I love, With hues of red, Gold and orange.

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

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