The birds flock to the bird feeder, some with black, capped heads and others with

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

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

What is truth? It’s a changing sky, One day clear, The next, cloudy, Holding the blue and grey,

Autumn wind Brings scattered leaves, Splattered, With red and gold. Autumn wind

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

Sitting on the lake shore, Which made my heart soar, The water rippled at times, Swirled into beautiful lines, Clouds reflected in it’s mirror,

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

Firefly shine your light, Brighten my life, Lead the way, through The meadows, in my mind. Firefly, float so high,

Looking at my journal’s Blank page While geese fly by and honk A greeting. The red cardinals

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.

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

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

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…

Orange full moon with a half smile, a hanging lantern, lighting the way, through dark streets,