When I first heard “The Blackbird,” In the middle Of night, I was just thirteen.

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

Pretend there is no tomorrow becau… there might not be. Live like there is only this momen… that is the truth. Nothing is solid but whispery,

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

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

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,

In the bright moments My mind is a flame, Melting obstacles, Gaining gifts of wisdom. In the dark moments

The birds flock to the bird feeder, some with black, capped heads and others with

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

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

As we shared stories, The warm hum of voices heard, A cup of love spilled.

Silver sliver of the moon With the bright star of Venus Trailing behind. Moonbeams casting light On the waves,

Inspiration is in the falling of rain, the soft coo of birds in late afternoon, the sinking of the

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