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 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,

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

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

Beneath the bustling, hustling mind, deep inside, there is an oasis of calm.

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

This is the America I know: A sea of white, black, red, yellow And brown faces, Strong minds and voices Raised to the sun,

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

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

On this New Year’s Eve Direction lost Drifting like blowing snow To and fro. A freeze comes

Firefly shine your light, Brighten my life, Lead the way, through The meadows, in my mind. Firefly, float so high,

The white snow, thin Like sand, over The fields, blowing Across the road. My car rambles

You may not know what you’ll do next: Hit the open road With your thumb stuck out. Give up all you own

When I grow really old I may have to do yoga Full time, to get out The aches and creaks. When I grow really old

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