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

Not sure where we are headed, Could be a long ride, Keep your heart steady, Open wide your eyes. There is something to learn

Walking on the beach of long ago, the constant roll of the gulf, it’s sound, like a lullaby.

One lit candle burns brightly As I make a wish upon it’s Golden aura, that Humankind May learn to caress the earth As the wind does a field of flower…

Sitting on the lake shore, Which made my heart soar, The water rippled at times, Swirled into beautiful lines, Clouds reflected in it’s mirror,

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

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

Yellow finches Line the bird feeder Against Spring’ s canopy Of green and purple tapestry. Back and forth they go

Time passing by now In a blink of the eye, In the clap of a hand, In the chirp of a bird, In a flash of light

Life is not fair at times... But of course things Change quickly down the line, We are born into a No guarantee world.

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

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

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

A path with heart Is full of love Which makes us right Brings in the light And chases the dark.

Itchy eyes scaly feet achy joints and bad teeth hair so fine