Life is not fair at times... But of course things Change quickly down the line, We are born into a No guarantee world.

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

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

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

Red and gold leaves Falling, Sing to me Of the season of change, Before the snow,

Oh billionaires! How you have lost your soul, lost the goal and kneel down

The white snow, thin Like sand, over The fields, blowing Across the road. My car rambles

Looking at my journal’s Blank page While geese fly by and honk A greeting. The red cardinals

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

The white snow lay gently on the ground in a swirl pattern. The sky, a slab of smooth grey stone.

The many places I have been And countless faces I have seen, The many tales to be told, Into the universe, they unfold. It’s all a passing show,

Remember the night we took your mother’s car and drove over the skyway bridge? The moon was a bright light to show the way.

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

Walking on the edge, Between awareness and sleep. Sometimes... I’m in the moment, I feel my body,