Life is like a dream A star studded sky A blink of an eye Oh, how life slips by. Life is like a song

When you are not here An empty heart full of fear Arises and wonders If I will see you again. What will I do without

Sometimes wonder about a star, way afar. How life might be in outer space,

In the rustle of leaves the wind plays a tune, the change of season is on the horizon. It asks permission

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

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

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

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

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

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

I lay still While my loved one, Sleeps. His warm hand In my hand,

At that magical time When the yellow moon Sets, And the pink mist Of dawn,

It’s a billion stars moving and co… While we sleep. It’s one miracle after another and… We do not take the leap. It’s the great heave of nature

The lines in my hand, Were read once, By a gypsy, who Predicated a long life... But with many interruptions.