Holiday cheer and laughter, Multicolored lights blink faster, Music of love and good will, Grace the air like snowflakes. Tis the season to be compassionate…

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

In the still night In the silence, My soul begs, My mind to rest. It’s story told

When you are not here An empty heart full of fear Arises and wonders If I will see you again. What will I do without

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

Leaves falling, Another season Decorating the earth. One red leaf In my path,

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,

White heron skidding the blue, grey water, of the bay. How free and easy you make it look,

The chimes outside the pottery studio ring like a temple bell, calling the faithful to honor,

Red cardinal dancing On white snow, How regal you appear With your cloak of red, How it cheers my heart

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.

My heart is a good heart, It beats strongly And works hard, To keep me alive. My mind is a good mind,

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

As I age this last quarter of my life, I am fading into the background. As I let go of roles,

Thoughts flicker like twinkling lights, ride them across the sky. Embrace your dream,