The red cardinal high in a tree, caught my attention with his melodious chirp on my daily walk.

Driving through the small towns of America, children of all colors playing in the streets, some with tattered clothes

On this New Year’s Eve Direction lost Drifting like blowing snow To and fro. A freeze comes

Remember goodness in the fire of e… Remember joy in the center of sorr… Remember love in the flood of hate… Remember courage in the pit of fea… It’s never too late.

Last night I dreamt that I floated above the clouds, above the earth and my heart

Itchy eyes scaly feet achy joints and bad teeth hair so fine

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

Blue star behind tree branch. White cloud passing half moon. Black space surrounds like a

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

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,

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

Time is going by fast, Trying not to live in the past, To keep priorities straight And not falter at the gate. To join the universal goal

Summertime gives A chance to grow Under the sun, Travel, to new places And have some fun.

Yellow finches Line the bird feeder Against Spring’ s canopy Of green and purple tapestry. Back and forth they go

Old friends walking on the beach, the waves bring in, memories, of carefree days;