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,

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

Rolling painted deserts of the west. Shrub bushes dot sloping hillsides. Relentless sun heats up

An owl hoots on this cool, crisp Spring night. A sound that’s distant yet echos

Mr. R. would talk about his deceased brother, he dreamed about him frequently; also of an eagle

One year since I traveled to paradise. One year since I laughed and danced with friends. One year since I watched

Lately, a sadness pervades, I mourn for youth, perhaps passion of younger days. With age, some of that passion

Driving down the road, The song, “Let It Be” Came on the radio. Taking me back to Various scenarios.

At that magical time When the yellow moon Sets, And the pink mist Of dawn,

Memories of my childhood Visit more and more Each day, As ghosts of past relatives Cast their shadows,

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,

What inspires me... Hummingbirds buzzing as they land, on nearby flowers. Their amazing wings

When you are not here An empty heart full of fear Arises and wonders If I will see you again. What will I do without

On this New Year’s Eve Direction lost Drifting like blowing snow To and fro. A freeze comes

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