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

Misty fog floating through bare trees. Cold waves of wind coarse through the woods whistling as they go

Firefly shine your light, Brighten my life, Lead the way, through The meadows, in my mind. Firefly, float so high,

Walking on the beach of long ago, the constant roll of the gulf, it’s sound, like a lullaby.

The many places I have been And countless faces I have seen, The many tales to be told, Into the universe, they unfold. It’s all a passing show,

Photos are all I have At times, Of smiling familiar faces, My family spread out. I would travel often

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,

Unable to be all things For all people, Perhaps at one time, I tried. Those days are

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

The red cardinal high in a tree, caught my attention with his melodious chirp on my daily walk.

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

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

The birds flock to the bird feeder, some with black, capped heads and others with

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

Mr. R. would talk about his deceased brother, he dreamed about him frequently; also of an eagle