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,

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

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

Mr. R. would talk about his deceased brother, he dreamed about him frequently; also of an eagle

Perhaps it is the mind separating things into this and that. Perhaps it is the mind with it’s preferences

Dark bulk of a single bird, With red puffed up chest, As winter’s breeze sways his perch…

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

Time is going by fast, Trying not to live in the past, To keep priorities straight And not falter at the gate. To join the universal goal

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

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

I do believe, to give to others lends meaning to our lives. To be there

The white snow lay gently on the ground in a swirl pattern. The sky, a slab of smooth grey stone.

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

Ambition seems overrated at this time of life, effort seems more like strife. In my youth I was motivated by a hungry desire

What if, The simple things In life, were the Most important Events.