Memories of my childhood Visit more and more Each day, As ghosts of past relatives Cast their shadows,

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

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

Not sure where we are headed, Could be a long ride, Keep your heart steady, Open wide your eyes. There is something to learn

Hello Sunrise, with your red ball of fire, peeking over the horizon, leaving the clouds pink,

Holiday cheer and laughter, Multicolored lights blink faster, Music of love and good will, Grace the air like snowflakes. Tis the season to be compassionate…

An owl hoots on this cool, crisp Spring night. A sound that’s distant yet echos

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

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

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

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

The misty, night rain, Soaking bare trees, Bringing nourishment. I stand at the window, A steady beat echoes

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

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

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