Silver sliver of the moon With the bright star of Venus Trailing behind. Moonbeams casting light On the waves,

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

What if, The simple things In life, were the Most important Events.

Pink hues from the west Filter through Snow covered boughs Leaving, The evening light

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

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

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

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

As we shared stories, The warm hum of voices heard, A cup of love spilled.

When I sit And watch The in and out Of breath, Thoughts no longer

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,

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

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,

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

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