In My Next Life

In my next life I will be bold.
Bold and brave and wise enough to know
When to act and when to wait.
I will know "ok" on my own not needing approval.
I will have good sense.

In my next life I will learn to be quiet.
I will have control over my inner dialog.
I will be self-patient, and self-caring. 
I will turn on my thoughts,
Regard them, learning perhaps,
And then put them away.

In my next life I will fear less.  

I will learn to avoid prejudging.  

I will live safely in the goodness of others.

Walking with the President

I would like to take the president for a long walk in the woods.
We would climb humble hills and majestic mountains,
We would cross small steams, steaming in the morning light,
We would ramble across flowering fields and watch the bees
Bobbing on the blossoms.
We would listen-long, smell deep,
And touch things wet and cool and smooth.
We would spend dark nights perched on a rocky crag
And just look up...
And think back to the beginning of time.
We would walk and breathe and discover our way
Deeper into the universe,
Deeper than we ever have been,
Deep enough to realize that we do not need
To be in control,
And that it is good for us to let that go
On the next sun sent zephyr,
And know that there is most certainly
A better way.