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

Many thoughts in the mind, Some productive, some not. They glow like fires, Created by needs and

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

Twilight slides in quietly as birds fly to warm nests. Pink hues of evening reflect in the clouds. Soon the moon

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

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

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

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

White heron skidding the blue, grey water, of the bay. How free and easy you make it look,

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

It is what it is Despite my wishes for it, Otherwise. You are who you are Despite my expectations,

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

When I grow really old I may have to do yoga Full time, to get out The aches and creaks. When I grow really old

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