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

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

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

The dance of fear, Of not being enough, Stops and starts. The unknown, an Uncharted sea,

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

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,

In the still night In the silence, My soul begs, My mind to rest. It’s story told

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

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

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

Standing at a crossroad Between this life And the next, Heart in hand I knock on that

The hummingbirds are buzzing As well as the bees. The Orioles land gingerly On top of the feeder. Cautiously they move down

The white snow lay gently on the ground in a swirl pattern. The sky, a slab of smooth grey stone.

The chimes outside the pottery studio ring like a temple bell, calling the faithful to honor,

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,