This evening the blank, white page is open. My nerves are on edge, while a storm forms on the horizon.

A path with heart Is full of love Which makes us right Brings in the light And chases the dark.

Cold spring rain chills my body And yet, the birds fly in unison As if, it is a sunny day. The white tail deer Bounce through the ravine

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

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,

Great scientific minds Working for cures Of terminal diseases, The clock ticks... What is the cure

The birds flock to the bird feeder, some with black, capped heads and others with

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

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

Life is like a dream A star studded sky A blink of an eye Oh, how life slips by. Life is like a song

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

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

Beneath the bustling, hustling mind, deep inside, there is an oasis of calm.

Thoughts flicker like twinkling lights, ride them across the sky. Embrace your dream,

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