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

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

Some days you’re in bliss, Some days you’re in pain. Some days you’re up in the clouds, Some days you’re down in the flame… Some days you get what you want

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

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

Cool breeze rustles through the tr… drifting into my open door and leads me to the window to see leaves falling with abandon. Highlights of red and gold lace

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

One year since I traveled to paradise. One year since I laughed and danced with friends. One year since I watched

Tonight, the wind whistles as it rushes through the atmospher… Winter’s bare limbs of swaying trees, dance in the shadows.

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

Yellow finches Line the bird feeder Against Spring’ s canopy Of green and purple tapestry. Back and forth they go

Blue star behind tree branch. White cloud passing half moon. Black space surrounds like a

Misty fog floating through bare trees. Cold waves of wind coarse through the woods whistling as they go

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

Many thoughts in the mind, Some productive, some not. They glow like fires, Created by needs and