Twilight slides in quietly as birds fly to warm nests. Pink hues of evening reflect in the clouds. Soon the moon

You may not know what you’ll do next: Hit the open road With your thumb stuck out. Give up all you own

The many places I have been And countless faces I have seen, The many tales to be told, Into the universe, they unfold. It’s all a passing show,

In the dead Of Winter, I long for Spring. In the rains Of Spring,

First snow of the season Came down light and gay, With it’s bright white, Reflecting, Off slow moving clouds

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

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

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…

Walking down the dirt path, Sounds drift on the air, Birds chirping, leaves Rustling, dogs barking. Interconnection of life

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

Oh hummingbird Where are you now? Have you taken My courage with you? Oh hummingbird

Walking on the beach of long ago, the constant roll of the gulf, it’s sound, like a lullaby.

Life is like a dream A star studded sky A blink of an eye Oh, how life slips by. Life is like a song

My spirit communes with the four directions: To the north are in-laws, our aging mother, her last

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