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,

Brown hawk with
spotted tail,
soaring on the wind,
balancing like a sail.
Your piercing cry

I lay still
While my loved one,
Sleeps.
His warm hand
In my hand,

In the rustle of leaves
the wind plays a tune,
the change of season
is on the horizon.
It asks permission

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

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,

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

Some days you’re in bliss,
Some days you’re in pain.
Some days you’re up in the clouds,
Some days you’re down in the flame
Some days you get what you want

Itchy eyes
scaly feet
achy joints
and bad teeth
hair so fine

Many thoughts in the mind,
Some productive, some not.
They glow like
fires,
Created by needs and

A path with heart
Is full of love
Which makes us right
Brings in the light
And chases the dark.

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

When you are not here
An empty heart full of fear
Arises and wonders
If I will see you again.
What will I do without

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

Great scientific minds
Working for cures
Of terminal diseases,
The clock ticks...
What is the cure

My heart is a good heart,
It beats strongly
And works hard,
To keep me alive.
My mind is a good mind,

Holiday cheer and laughter,
Multicolored lights blink faster,
Music of love and good will,
Grace the air like snowflakes.
Tis the season to be compassionate

Just a small part of me
wants strife to go away,
to return to a kinder time.
Am I just losing courage?
Life is draining me,

Every hour we are someone
Different,
Every day something new
Learned,
Death is just another

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

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

Her smile was like gold,
Her lines were often bold,
Her stories of wisdom told,
In books that are now sold.
She has left the earth,

Old friends walking
on the beach,
the waves bring
in, memories,
of carefree days;

Life is like a dream
A star studded sky
A blink of an eye
Oh, how life slips by.
Life is like a song

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

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

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

Firefly shine your light,
Brighten my life,
Lead the way, through
The meadows, in my mind.
Firefly, float so high,

You may not know what you’ll
do next:
Hit the open road
With your thumb stuck out.
Give up all you own

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

Geese are honking
As they fly
Across an orange colored
Sky.
My spirit soars

Not sure where we are headed,
Could be a long ride,
Keep your heart steady,
Open wide your eyes.
There is something to learn

Life is a day dream
So they say,
With every beat
Of my heart,
The gate to love

Red sun in the morning
rolling up the side of earth.
The sky turned pink,
as a ball of fire
showed it’s strength,

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

Mr. R. would talk
about his deceased
brother, he dreamed
about him frequently;
also of an eagle