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

Looking at my journal’s Blank page While geese fly by and honk A greeting. The red cardinals

Inspiration is in the falling of rain, the soft coo of birds in late afternoon, the sinking of the

Pale blue moon Of August, Peeking behind The clouds, Luminous,

Summer is near it’s end, I regret not visiting my childhood home, near the gulf, where the sunset

Birds flying here and there, landing on branches to chirp and bare, their heart. A private club among the trees with their own private code.

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

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

Cool breeze rustles through the tr… drifting into my open door and leads me to the window to see leaves falling with abandon. Highlights of red and gold lace

Half a world away, I walk a narrow, stone path. In the rice fields, the Balinese people

On the brink of leaving, To go beyond These borders And say good-bye, To all you know,

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

There is my shadow, A dark outline of this body And yet, it also holds, The hidden imperfections Of my existence.

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

Walking on the edge, Between awareness and sleep. Sometimes... I’m in the moment, I feel my body,