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

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

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

It’s a billion stars moving and co… While we sleep. It’s one miracle after another and… We do not take the leap. It’s the great heave of nature

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

The lines in my hand, Were read once, By a gypsy, who Predicated a long life... But with many interruptions.

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

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

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,

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

Red cardinal dancing On white snow, How regal you appear With your cloak of red, How it cheers my heart

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

Memories of my childhood Visit more and more Each day, As ghosts of past relatives Cast their shadows,

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

There is my shadow, A dark outline of this body And yet, it also holds, The hidden imperfections Of my existence.