Grateful for: Sunrise of pink and gold Showing the way, Lighting the sky, To another blessed day.

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

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

Come with me To the mountain top, Where the crest touches The sky And the air so pure,

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,

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

Standing at a crossroad Between this life And the next, Heart in hand I knock on that

Itchy eyes scaly feet achy joints and bad teeth hair so fine

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

The hummingbirds are buzzing As well as the bees. The Orioles land gingerly On top of the feeder. Cautiously they move down

When you are not here An empty heart full of fear Arises and wonders If I will see you again. What will I do without

Holy Holy Morning glory Blooming in a haze Of purple light. Holy Holy

Time is going by fast, Trying not to live in the past, To keep priorities straight And not falter at the gate. To join the universal goal

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

Ambition seems overrated at this time of life, effort seems more like strife. In my youth I was motivated by a hungry desire