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

Unable to be all things For all people, Perhaps at one time, I tried. Those days are

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

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

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

Photos are all I have At times, Of smiling familiar faces, My family spread out. I would travel often

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

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

Many thoughts in the mind, Some productive, some not. They glow like fires, Created by needs and

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

In the noble purpose of my life, In the clear and quiet chamber Of my soul, In the open and warm cave Of my heart,

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

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

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

Easing down the gravel road, yellow leaves spiral across, like a welcome