Taking another hit from the pipe, Oh, the feelings that dwell within, They sweep me away to another …
You are not a weeping, finite man. You are a Lion, in un-ending gold, and you do not …
This is a union of souls, and hearts, and time. Whispers of the universe swirling and colliding until …
a little child
black nor white
yellow nor red
knocked upon my door to enter in.
Nanuk the Bear stood on his hind legs and sniffed the icy air. Dog….
The mantra is clear.
Connecting to spirit.
My Source is Light.
I hear the dream,
listening, it tells me
The road has many stones,
and you must gather…