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

Thoughts flicker like twinkling lights, ride them across the sky. Embrace your dream,

Holiday cheer and laughter, Multicolored lights blink faster, Music of love and good will, Grace the air like snowflakes. Tis the season to be compassionate…

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

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

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

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

When you are not here An empty heart full of fear Arises and wonders If I will see you again. What will I do without

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

At that magical time When the yellow moon Sets, And the pink mist Of dawn,

Pretend there is no tomorrow becau… there might not be. Live like there is only this momen… that is the truth. Nothing is solid but whispery,

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

What is the happiest moment of the… When I make someone laugh When I am of use for the good When I show kindness When I hold a hand

This evening the blank, white page is open. My nerves are on edge, while a storm forms on the horizon.

Lately, a sadness pervades, I mourn for youth, perhaps passion of younger days. With age, some of that passion