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

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

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

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

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,

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

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

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

A path with heart Is full of love Which makes us right Brings in the light And chases the dark.

This is the America I know: A sea of white, black, red, yellow And brown faces, Strong minds and voices Raised to the sun,

Lately, a sadness pervades, I mourn for youth, perhaps passion of younger days. With age, some of that passion

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

Red, yellow and orange leaves Fall quickly now And create a tapestry of color That fill my mind With joy.

The red cardinal high in a tree, caught my attention with his melodious chirp on my daily walk.

In the blink of an eye It’s a different scene On the big movie screen So easy to get absorbed In the story line of time.