Walking on the edge, Between awareness and sleep. Sometimes... I’m in the moment, I feel my body,

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

Tonight, the wind whistles as it rushes through the atmospher… Winter’s bare limbs of swaying trees, dance in the shadows.

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

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

Not sure what to write while the world is on the brink of another war. While others face

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

Summer is near it’s end, I regret not visiting my childhood home, near the gulf, where the sunset

The hummingbirds are buzzing As well as the bees. The Orioles land gingerly On top of the feeder. Cautiously they move down

The flesh withers as we age But our inner spirit Remains the same. And when the body dies The spirit breaks free

One lit candle burns brightly As I make a wish upon it’s Golden aura, that Humankind May learn to caress the earth As the wind does a field of flower…

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

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

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

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