MIsts of Gold

The mists of time of seasons marches on.....the fields turn bright yellow, the birds make wonderful patterns in the sky as they flock together to soon depart, many already have.

Apples to pick, grapes, and raspberries, fall winterizing, with all the rest of the world beckoning....harvest and harvest celebrations.

This is the dying time, when it gets ready for the nothingness of winter....

It seems many are passing over now, leaving so many in grief, confused, off balanced, struggling, lost....

But there is one thing to know, after the winter comes the spring. Death holds no one, they are not faraway at all, but just behind your shoulder to whisper advice and love.

There is no death, only the passing. Physics can now prove 11 deminsions, how happy and proud they are, imagine their delight when they realize deminsions are beyond numbers.

Enjoy this day and this time, cherish it always...Dance as if no one will see you, Sing as if no one can hear Live as if there is no tomorrow!!