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

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

In the blink of an eye It’s a different scene On the big movie screen So easy to get absorbed In the story line of time.

Great scientific minds Working for cures Of terminal diseases, The clock ticks... What is the cure

Not sure what to write while the world is on the brink of another war. While others face

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

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…

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

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

At that magical time When the yellow moon Sets, And the pink mist Of dawn,

Remember the night we took your mother’s car and drove over the skyway bridge? The moon was a bright light to show the way.

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

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.

Brown hawk with spotted tail, soaring on the wind, balancing like a sail. Your piercing cry

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