Twilight slides in quietly as birds fly to warm nests. Pink hues of evening reflect in the clouds. Soon the moon

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

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

What inspires me... Hummingbirds buzzing as they land, on nearby flowers. Their amazing wings

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

Embrace that which comes with ease: The twinkling of an eye, The drumbeat of a heart, The blooming of a flower,

In the dead Of Winter, I long for Spring. In the rains Of Spring,

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

Mr. R. would talk about his deceased brother, he dreamed about him frequently; also of an eagle

In the still night In the silence, My soul begs, My mind to rest. It’s story told

Orange full moon with a half smile, a hanging lantern, lighting the way, through dark streets,

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

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

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

Cold spring rain chills my body And yet, the birds fly in unison As if, it is a sunny day. The white tail deer Bounce through the ravine