Winds of innocence blowThe tremor of drumbeat from the deepOf the forest below.Awakened from sleepI creepDown the hill,Keeping stillThe tone in my hea..
The voice of the masterAs he mastered his awareness of himselfWas silent and still.Sleeping under open skies where willMatches brain trackings to mole..
I have said before, where it was needed (not that the words on subway walls are heeded much anymore) that science shall prove God to the lonely mind o..
It matters not to the wavesmoon-tide rhythms will sway the seas and winds will gustlong after we have gone away.Ashes of our being here, cinders and d..
All of My Relations Co-creations of universal mindEarth-KindWhimsical elation's where no hesitations mar the beginnings of NowAllow the warm flow flir..