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

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

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

In the dead Of Winter, I long for Spring. In the rains Of Spring,

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

Some days you’re in bliss, Some days you’re in pain. Some days you’re up in the clouds, Some days you’re down in the flame… Some days you get what you want

Sitting on the lake shore, Which made my heart soar, The water rippled at times, Swirled into beautiful lines, Clouds reflected in it’s mirror,

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Cool breeze rustles through the tr… drifting into my open door and leads me to the window to see leaves falling with abandon. Highlights of red and gold lace