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

Life is a day dream So they say, With every beat Of my heart, The gate to love

Rolling painted deserts of the west. Shrub bushes dot sloping hillsides. Relentless sun heats up

Geese are honking As they fly Across an orange colored Sky. My spirit soars

The dance of fear, Of not being enough, Stops and starts. The unknown, an Uncharted sea,

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

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

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

Squirrels with bushy orange tails leap about the deck. Crickets hum, confused that it’s not dark yet. The caw of a blue jay

The gift of summer Is the sound of a Creek flowing through Rocks. A blue bird perched

Soft gray clouds pass slowly by, Soon they will release a gift of r… Trees are shedding their leaves As they turn red, orange and yello… Signaling the squirrels to collect…

My heart is a good heart, It beats strongly And works hard, To keep me alive. My mind is a good mind,

As I age this last quarter of my life, I am fading into the background. As I let go of roles,

First snow of the season Came down light and gay, With it’s bright white, Reflecting, Off slow moving clouds

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