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

When I grow really old I may have to do yoga Full time, to get out The aches and creaks. When I grow really old

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

The white snow, thin Like sand, over The fields, blowing Across the road. My car rambles

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

On a walk, many Brown-Eye Susan line the border, before the woods. Rain clouds move closer as if to give a hug, while

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

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

You may not know what you’ll do next: Hit the open road With your thumb stuck out. Give up all you own

Beneath the bustling, hustling mind, deep inside, there is an oasis of calm.

Every hour we are someone Different, Every day something new Learned, Death is just another

It is what it is Despite my wishes for it, Otherwise. You are who you are Despite my expectations,

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

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

Grateful for: Sunrise of pink and gold Showing the way, Lighting the sky, To another blessed day.