Morning arrives; awareness comes in waves. Dimly remembered dream images are washed away. Now, Freshness for the day, follows, though at times The climbing may be steep. Eyes open, heart as well, you make

This is a re-write of an older poem There are times when our lives may seem bleak; Nothing is Green and Growing, No ‘hope light’ that you can see. But Sometimes we are looking too closely, At the specific

[in my best Rod Serling voice] ”Imagine if you will, A world where each person is an antenna, with The sole purpose of broadcasting Love, in all Directions, and on all frequencies, you are Now in that