Pretend there is no tomorrow becau… there might not be. Live like there is only this momen… that is the truth. Nothing is solid but whispery,

In the bright moments My mind is a flame, Melting obstacles, Gaining gifts of wisdom. In the dark moments

My spirit communes with the four directions: To the north are in-laws, our aging mother, her last

Orange full moon with a half smile, a hanging lantern, lighting the way, through dark streets,

Red, yellow and orange leaves Fall quickly now And create a tapestry of color That fill my mind With joy.

Firefly shine your light, Brighten my life, Lead the way, through The meadows, in my mind. Firefly, float so high,

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

The buck in the garden Chewing up hard earned Labor, His antlers raise, His ears perk up, as

Grateful for: Sunrise of pink and gold Showing the way, Lighting the sky, To another blessed day.

Last night I dreamt that I floated above the clouds, above the earth and my heart

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

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

When I first heard “The Blackbird,” In the middle Of night, I was just thirteen.

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