I do believe, to give to others lends meaning to our lives. To be there

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

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

Yellow finches Line the bird feeder Against Spring’ s canopy Of green and purple tapestry. Back and forth they go

Many thoughts in the mind, Some productive, some not. They glow like fires, Created by needs and

Time passing by now In a blink of the eye, In the clap of a hand, In the chirp of a bird, In a flash of light

Summertime gives A chance to grow Under the sun, Travel, to new places And have some fun.

Just a small part of me wants strife to go away, to return to a kinder time. Am I just losing courage? Life is draining me,

Life is but a dream, our fantasies, spill, like liquid tears that pool and vaporize into the air.

When I grow really old I may have to do yoga Full time, to get out The aches and creaks. When I grow really old

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

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

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

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