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

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

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

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

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

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

What is the happiest moment of the… When I make someone laugh When I am of use for the good When I show kindness When I hold a hand

There is my shadow, A dark outline of this body And yet, it also holds, The hidden imperfections Of my existence.

Last night I dreamt that I floated above the clouds, above the earth and my heart

Rolling painted deserts of the west. Shrub bushes dot sloping hillsides. Relentless sun heats up

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…

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,

On the brink of leaving, To go beyond These borders And say good-bye, To all you know,

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,

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.