Life is not fair at times... But of course things Change quickly down the line, We are born into a No guarantee world.

In the noble purpose of my life, In the clear and quiet chamber Of my soul, In the open and warm cave Of my heart,

The hummingbirds are buzzing As well as the bees. The Orioles land gingerly On top of the feeder. Cautiously they move down

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

Sometimes wonder about a star, way afar. How life might be in outer space,

My spirit communes with the four directions: To the north are in-laws, our aging mother, her last

The misty, night rain, Soaking bare trees, Bringing nourishment. I stand at the window, A steady beat echoes

If I could go back in time I would fix my wrongs, I would sing new songs And mend all hate And open the gate

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

Pink hues from the west Filter through Snow covered boughs Leaving, The evening light

If I had all the time In the world To write, What would I say? What would be the most

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

Holy Holy Morning glory Blooming in a haze Of purple light. Holy Holy

Inspiration is in the falling of rain, the soft coo of birds in late afternoon, the sinking of the

Time is going by fast, Trying not to live in the past, To keep priorities straight And not falter at the gate. To join the universal goal