Standing at a crossroad Between this life And the next, Heart in hand I knock on that

Red bird perched on a tree limb laced with snow. So happy to see him and the joy he brings.

In the dead Of Winter, I long for Spring. In the rains Of Spring,

Summer is near it’s end, I regret not visiting my childhood home, near the gulf, where the sunset

Soft gray clouds pass slowly by, Soon they will release a gift of r… Trees are shedding their leaves As they turn red, orange and yello… Signaling the squirrels to collect…

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

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

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

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

In the bright moments My mind is a flame, Melting obstacles, Gaining gifts of wisdom. In the dark moments

The gift of summer Is the sound of a Creek flowing through Rocks. A blue bird perched

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

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

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.