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

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

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.

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

Blue star behind tree branch. White cloud passing half moon. Black space surrounds like a

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

It’s that time of year again. The sound of honking geese fills the air, as they pass in alignment, to the Deep South.

Her smile was like gold, Her lines were often bold, Her stories of wisdom told, In books that are now sold. She has left the earth,

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

Perhaps it is the mind separating things into this and that. Perhaps it is the mind with it’s preferences

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

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

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

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