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

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

To open and risk hurt... Or stay closed but Never really live. Pain can reveal... A connection to

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

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…

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

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

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

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

First snow of the season Came down light and gay, With it’s bright white, Reflecting, Off slow moving clouds

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

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

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

Pale blue moon Of August, Peeking behind The clouds, Luminous,