Twilight slides in quietly as birds fly to warm nests. Pink hues of evening reflect in the clouds. Soon the moon

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,

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

An owl hoots on this cool, crisp Spring night. A sound that’s distant yet echos

The many places I have been And countless faces I have seen, The many tales to be told, Into the universe, they unfold. It’s all a passing show,

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

When I first heard “The Blackbird,” In the middle Of night, I was just thirteen.

Not a word heard As the river flows Over rock, around Banks that lie Waiting for visitors.

Time passing by now In a blink of the eye, In the clap of a hand, In the chirp of a bird, In a flash of light

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,

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

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

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.

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