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

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

Ambition seems overrated at this time of life, effort seems more like strife. In my youth I was motivated by a hungry desire

Tonight, the wind whistles as it rushes through the atmospher… Winter’s bare limbs of swaying trees, dance in the shadows.

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

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

A path with heart Is full of love Which makes us right Brings in the light And chases the dark.

It’s that time of year again. The sound of honking geese fills the air, as they pass in alignment, to the Deep South.

To open and risk hurt... Or stay closed but Never really live. Pain can reveal... A connection to

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

Standing at a crossroad Between this life And the next, Heart in hand I knock on that

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

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

Today, I wish the pain to go, the fatigue that I fight so. This process of aging is unkind and yet, the law of nature is a fast lane of change.

When I sit And watch The in and out Of breath, Thoughts no longer