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

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

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

The chimes outside the pottery studio ring like a temple bell, calling the faithful to honor,

What is truth? It’s a changing sky, One day clear, The next, cloudy, Holding the blue and grey,

What if, The simple things In life, were the Most important Events.

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

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

Yellow finches Line the bird feeder Against Spring’ s canopy Of green and purple tapestry. Back and forth they go

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

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

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

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

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

In the still night In the silence, My soul begs, My mind to rest. It’s story told