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

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

Red, yellow and orange leaves Fall quickly now And create a tapestry of color That fill my mind With joy.

Just a small part of me wants strife to go away, to return to a kinder time. Am I just losing courage? Life is draining me,

Red and gold leaves Falling, Sing to me Of the season of change, Before the snow,

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

Her smile was like gold, Her lines were often bold, Her stories of wisdom told, In books that are now sold. She has left the earth,

I lay still While my loved one, Sleeps. His warm hand In my hand,

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

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

Brown hawk with spotted tail, soaring on the wind, balancing like a sail. Your piercing cry

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

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

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

The white snow, thin Like sand, over The fields, blowing Across the road. My car rambles