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

At that magical time When the yellow moon Sets, And the pink mist Of dawn,

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

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

As we shared stories, The warm hum of voices heard, A cup of love spilled.

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,

Dark bulk of a single bird, With red puffed up chest, As winter’s breeze sways his perch…

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

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

Not a word heard As the river flows Over rock, around Banks that lie Waiting for visitors.

Walking on the edge, Between awareness and sleep. Sometimes... I’m in the moment, I feel my body,

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

Lately, a sadness pervades, I mourn for youth, perhaps passion of younger days. With age, some of that passion