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

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

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

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

When I sit And watch The in and out Of breath, Thoughts no longer

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

Dark bulk of a single bird, With red puffed up chest, As winter’s breeze sways his perch…

In the noble purpose of my life, In the clear and quiet chamber Of my soul, In the open and warm cave Of my heart,

Walking down the dirt path, Sounds drift on the air, Birds chirping, leaves Rustling, dogs barking. Interconnection of life

Great scientific minds Working for cures Of terminal diseases, The clock ticks... What is the cure

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

The lines in my hand, Were read once, By a gypsy, who Predicated a long life... But with many interruptions.

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

I remember your smile, your laugh,… you gave so freely. It’s hard that you are gone. I sigh and walk along the bay.

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