Come with me To the mountain top, Where the crest touches The sky And the air so pure,

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

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

Walking on the beach of long ago, the constant roll of the gulf, it’s sound, like a lullaby.

Thoughts flicker like twinkling lights, ride them across the sky. Embrace your dream,

Summertime gives A chance to grow Under the sun, Travel, to new places And have some fun.

The wind went through me, it carried the yellow, orange and red leaves lightly on the air. Another change is coming,

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

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

Embrace that which comes with ease: The twinkling of an eye, The drumbeat of a heart, The blooming of a flower,

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

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

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

Photos are all I have At times, Of smiling familiar faces, My family spread out. I would travel often

White heron skidding the blue, grey water, of the bay. How free and easy you make it look,