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

Birds flying here and there, landing on branches to chirp and bare, their heart. A private club among the trees with their own private code.

Oh billionaires! How you have lost your soul, lost the goal and kneel down

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

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

Sitting on the lake shore, Which made my heart soar, The water rippled at times, Swirled into beautiful lines, Clouds reflected in it’s mirror,

Leaves falling, Another season Decorating the earth. One red leaf In my path,

It is what it is Despite my wishes for it, Otherwise. You are who you are Despite my expectations,

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

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

Sometimes wonder about a star, way afar. How life might be in outer space,

Last night I dreamt that I floated above the clouds, above the earth and my heart

When I first heard “The Blackbird,” In the middle Of night, I was just thirteen.

If I could go back in time I would fix my wrongs, I would sing new songs And mend all hate And open the gate

I do believe, to give to others lends meaning to our lives. To be there