Looking at my journal’s Blank page While geese fly by and honk A greeting. The red cardinals

As I enter my sixty-third year, Fall leaves grace the path I love, With hues of red, Gold and orange.

What is truth? It’s a changing sky, One day clear, The next, cloudy, Holding the blue and grey,

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

Walking down the dirt path, Sounds drift on the air, Birds chirping, leaves Rustling, dogs barking. Interconnection of life

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

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

Old friends walking on the beach, the waves bring in, memories, of carefree days;

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

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

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

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

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

Time is going by fast, Trying not to live in the past, To keep priorities straight And not falter at the gate. To join the universal goal

Ambition seems overrated at this time of life, effort seems more like strife. In my youth I was motivated by a hungry desire