I do believe, to give to others lends meaning to our lives. To be there

Memories of my childhood Visit more and more Each day, As ghosts of past relatives Cast their shadows,

In the blink of an eye It’s a different scene On the big movie screen So easy to get absorbed In the story line of time.

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

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…

There is my shadow, A dark outline of this body And yet, it also holds,

Life is not fair at times... But of course things Change quickly down the line, We are born into a No guarantee world.

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

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

Just a small part of me wants strife to go away, to return to a kinder time. Am I just losing courage? Life is draining me,

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

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

Unable to be all things For all people, Perhaps at one time, I tried. Those days are

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

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.