The future is out there,
like a horizon covered by early morning fog.
I peer into it,
attempting to identify
shapes in the mist;
yet,
I know I cannot.

The simple joy
of simply being
alive
in the moment
breathing
in the light.

I am a fixer;
wherever there is a challenge,
asked to address it or not,
my mind busily seeks a solution.

Two trees; one still adolescent, the other ancient.
I place my palm, caressing the youngling’s bark;
so smooth, yet a little cold.

May the light shine on all beings, living and inanimated;

What makes me happy?

Spreading the light;
I smile at a complete stranger,
thinking compassionate thoughts,
speaking kind words,
doing good deeds.
I find myself in harmony
of thoughts, words and actions.
Shanti.