Driving down the road, The song, “Let It Be” Came on the radio. Taking me back to Various scenarios.

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

On a walk this morning, the rocky cliffs that reach the blue-green sea, talk of strength today.

Driving through the small towns of America, children of all colors playing in the streets, some with tattered clothes

Cold spring rain chills my body And yet, the birds fly in unison As if, it is a sunny day. The white tail deer Bounce through the ravine

When I grow really old I may have to do yoga Full time, to get out The aches and creaks. When I grow really old

Twilight slides in quietly as birds fly to warm nests. Pink hues of evening reflect in the clouds. Soon the moon

Not sure what to write while the world is on the brink of another war. While others face

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

The buck in the garden Chewing up hard earned Labor, His antlers raise, His ears perk up, as

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.

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

Blue star behind tree branch. White cloud passing half moon. Black space surrounds like a

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,

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