THE SKY GOES ON FOREVER

The spectacular sight below of fantastic creatures roaming free upon a paradise found makes my heart tremble like fine rice paper. In this super world unfolding, predators are never triumphant because predators are never born.

FANTASTIC DANCE

Our souls, bedazzled & breathless, reflexively thrust an ovation onto the astrolabe of dawn. Only delicate golden orioles could be heard singing good morning to this beautiful day. Alex preferred it this way. In a favorite past incarnation he was a Roman Augur, therefore his heart was rich with fondness for every winged being he ever knew.

ADEIFE ADEBIYI~WRITER ON THE STORM~FEATURING BONEY M ~ RIVERS OF BABYLON

There is an anonymous choir unanimous in their song. They sing that to truly be alive, we must be here now. This is the moment we choose to create the world we say we want, now. Yet to be here now, we must quest-fully seek that directional strength, that pathway in order to surrender our shells of ignorant, rigid identification in the sacrificial works of those who were being there then, through their legacy.

BECOMING A MANĀ 

I am there along side all of those who loved him for being a true human being. “Life is short but terribly eternal.” Some of us are mortal, some of us are gifted immortality. We do not choose one or the other.