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

Red sun in the morning rolling up the side of earth. The sky turned pink, as a ball of fire showed it’s strength,

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

It’s a billion stars moving and co… While we sleep. It’s one miracle after another and… We do not take the leap. It’s the great heave of nature

Driving down the road, The song, “Let It Be” Came on the radio. Taking me back to Various scenarios.

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

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…

An owl hoots on this cool, crisp Spring night. A sound that’s distant yet echos

The dance of fear, Of not being enough, Stops and starts. The unknown, an Uncharted sea,

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

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

Every hour we are someone Different, Every day something new Learned, Death is just another

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

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

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