Harsh reality smacks like a slap of cold wind. Sometimes I’m a tough sailor, at the helm,

Grateful for: Sunrise of pink and gold Showing the way, Lighting the sky, To another blessed day.

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

Not sure where we are headed, Could be a long ride, Keep your heart steady, Open wide your eyes. There is something to learn

Summer is near it’s end, I regret not visiting my childhood home, near the gulf, where the sunset

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

Geese are honking As they fly Across an orange colored Sky. My spirit soars

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

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

Pretend there is no tomorrow becau… there might not be. Live like there is only this momen… that is the truth. Nothing is solid but whispery,

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

In the bright moments My mind is a flame, Melting obstacles, Gaining gifts of wisdom. In the dark moments

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

Holy Holy Morning glory Blooming in a haze Of purple light. Holy Holy