the sign read: this universe is closed detour through the rainbow choose a hue adjust your aura deposit your earthly treasures at the rainbow's end no baggage permitted in the next realm
Poetry ~ The Next Realm
Poetry ~ Wintering
i am wintering in a cedar-shingled chalet in the northern highlands mindful of a waning eventide as a ribbon of light waxes on the distant horizon tethered to the land by drifts of snow and icy roads i am wintering in the still and silent beauty of winter
Poetry ~ The Speakers
have you heard them? the speakers? there are too many to count and yet few have been successful in their quest they have come to us in every age on every continent walked and spoke amongst every culture the echo of their words are found in great books ancient writings sadly, their meaning distorted lost listen and you can hear their echo of compassion service cooperation the speakers our teachers imparting wisdom on how to live together serve humanity and the world is anyone listening?
