Pink hues from the west Filter through Snow covered boughs Leaving, The evening light

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

Not sure what to write while the world is on the brink of another war. While others face

What if, The simple things In life, were the Most important Events.

What is truth? It’s a changing sky, One day clear, The next, cloudy, Holding the blue and grey,

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

My spirit communes with the four directions: To the north are in-laws, our aging mother, her last

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

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

In the blink of an eye It’s a different scene On the big movie screen So easy to get absorbed In the story line of time.

In the still night In the silence, My soul begs, My mind to rest. It’s story told

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

Oh billionaires! How you have lost your soul, lost the goal and kneel down

I do believe, to give to others lends meaning to our lives. To be there