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

Photos are all I have At times, Of smiling familiar faces, My family spread out. I would travel often

Soft gray clouds pass slowly by, Soon they will release a gift of r… Trees are shedding their leaves As they turn red, orange and yello… Signaling the squirrels to collect…

I lay still While my loved one, Sleeps. His warm hand In my hand,

On a walk, many Brown-Eye Susan line the border, before the woods. Rain clouds move closer as if to give a hug, while

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

It’s a billion stars moving and co… While we sleep. It’s one miracle after another and… We do not take the leap. It’s the great heave of nature

The misty, night rain, Soaking bare trees, Bringing nourishment. I stand at the window, A steady beat echoes

This is the America I know: A sea of white, black, red, yellow And brown faces, Strong minds and voices Raised to the sun,

Unable to be all things For all people, Perhaps at one time, I tried. Those days are

Harsh reality smacks like a slap of cold wind. Sometimes I’m a tough sailor, at the helm,

Tonight, the wind whistles as it rushes through the atmospher… Winter’s bare limbs of swaying trees, dance in the shadows.

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

Holiday cheer and laughter, Multicolored lights blink faster, Music of love and good will, Grace the air like snowflakes. Tis the season to be compassionate…

White heron skidding the blue, grey water, of the bay. How free and easy you make it look,