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

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

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

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

In the dead Of Winter, I long for Spring. In the rains Of Spring,

Perhaps it is the mind separating things into this and that. Perhaps it is the mind with it’s preferences

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

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

Soft gray clouds pass slowly by, Soon they will release a gift of r… Trees are shedding their leaves As they turn red, orange and yello… Signaling the squirrels to collect…

Red, yellow and orange leaves Fall quickly now And create a tapestry of color That fill my mind With joy.

Embrace that which comes with ease: The twinkling of an eye, The drumbeat of a heart, The blooming of a flower,

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

To open and risk hurt... Or stay closed but Never really live. Pain can reveal... A connection to

Sitting on the lake shore, Which made my heart soar, The water rippled at times, Swirled into beautiful lines, Clouds reflected in it’s mirror,