Birds flying here and there, landing on branches to chirp and bare, their heart. A private club among the trees with their own private code.

If I could go back in time I would fix my wrongs, I would sing new songs And mend all hate And open the gate

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

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

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

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

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

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

The red cardinal high in a tree, caught my attention with his melodious chirp on my daily walk.

First snow of the season Came down light and gay, With it’s bright white, Reflecting, Off slow moving clouds

Life is a day dream So they say, With every beat Of my heart, The gate to love

Twilight slides in quietly as birds fly to warm nests. Pink hues of evening reflect in the clouds. Soon the moon

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

The flesh withers as we age But our inner spirit Remains the same. And when the body dies The spirit breaks free

Some days you’re in bliss, Some days you’re in pain. Some days you’re up in the clouds, Some days you’re down in the flame… Some days you get what you want