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

What is the happiest moment of the… When I make someone laugh When I am of use for the good When I show kindness When I hold a hand

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

Holy Holy Morning glory Blooming in a haze Of purple light. Holy Holy

On the brink of leaving, To go beyond These borders And say good-bye, To all you know,

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

Remember the night we took your mother’s car and drove over the skyway bridge? The moon was a bright light to show the way.

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,

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

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

There is my shadow, A dark outline of this body And yet, it also holds, The hidden imperfections Of my existence.

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

Pale blue moon Of August, Peeking behind The clouds, Luminous,

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

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