There were many wishes;

Where I wanted to wander;

In a wrong path;

Reality may never happen;

There were moments;

Where i was already lost in spirit and in truth;

I have come to think if I`m alive;

With the real life I`m facing;

Only the mists I`m hugging;

I found myself staring at daffodils;

Brushing by the fence where scents of lilacs were
amusing;

I ended in a place;

Where chipmunks were meeting;

I saw same woods they were burning;

Same old smokes were puffing;

They can create out of anything;

I found a way out of the woods;

I`m glad I noticed how they were living.



Feb 28,2009
For Pauline Fell
Celebrating her 92nd birthday
My Spiritual Mother
Vancouver, BC