when one engages in building something, and then finishes the project it is finally done, and not a lie but perfect and finished...

there was a great and powerful being, He could make himself as big as a mountain and he could fly. he could disapear and re apear in another place and time, and he could do many other feats. He proclaimed loudly," Look at Me, i am the best, noone can do the things i can … Continue reading a tale of two wisemen.. →

the caged bird sings songs. people throw food at monkeys at the zoo. the more we change, the more we stay the same.

the dead parts of me gave life to other things like moss and fairy folk amongst cold streams.. yet i am ALIVE! and even more a home to many others. i peak my head up through the over coat of death in the last throws of winter and proclaim, spring! SPRING time is here!

And can't we? Can't we know the dancer from the dance? for the dance is all its own but the dancer she brings heat she brings her eyes she makes it real. apart from the dance her mind is beautiful and she holds up the entire universe with her movement...

when i am in battle. when i am in the heat of the middle of the struggle i hear your voice, and it brings me straight out of it and into another time and place...

We must awaken and Rise! we must use our voice to shudder time and divide as we will

i went to the moon for you i saw all their wondrous terrible psychological operations going on i pulled back the curtain for you i proclaimed loudly in love and light this is life! its not a game its not an operation its not a machine it IS Sacred.

was it that we were asleep? she came in dancing from the great central sun. and touched our foreheads and we rose the crags and crevaces and twisted menaces of the underworld started to lift in a mist and we found ourselves in paradise again..