A shaman can teach you about power and a magician can teach you to become strong in spirit and competent in your endeavors, but to describe a miracle or to explain the mystery you lose the power gained.

Silence is a watchful guardian of what is.  You can talk around the edges but never giving the true full picture of the magic contained in the miracle.  Just welcome the miracle and enjoy the ride.

The transformation is in you not the outcome.  Darkness stands alone within the closet without the light.  If you could go all the way back to when time began you could see through the veil of the cosmos.

Beauty is a thing well deserved to humans for all the disillusionment they produce just to keep the truth in the dark.  Simplicity at its finest is one's true mystery.

DREAM OR REMEMBER THE DREAM THAT IS THE QUEST.  YOU ENTERED YOUR LIFE THROUGH THE VEIL OF THE DREAM.  ONE OF THE REASONS THE LAST PIECE IS MISSING IS BECAUSE IT GIVES THE CLUES HOW TO GET HOME.

YOU ARE ONE WITH ALL LIFE; YOU ARE CREATION LOOKING FOR its SELF.  THE GREAT MOTHER RESTS WITHIN YOUR SPIRIT.  THIS IS WHY YOU ARE SO EARTHBOUND OR CONSCIOUS.

MOTHER OF THE UNIVERSE IS THE WOMB OF ALL LIFE.  EVEN IN THE LIGHT THAT SHINES FROM YOUR EYES. SHE BRINGS THE ILLUMINATION OF DAILY DREAMS AND THE SWIFT POSSIBILITIES OF YOUR DREAMS BECOMING YOUR REALITY.   I AM TRYING TO REMEMBER THE SWEETNESS OF PLEASURE AND THE SCENT OF THE RIVER FROM WHICH I CAME.

THE BUTTERFLY IS RED WITH THE DESIRE FOR THE REMEMBRANCE OF FLYING AND THE FREEDOM IT GIVES US TO LAND IN THE FLOWERS SCENT WAVERING IN THE BREEZE SUSPENDED OVER AN ETERNAL UNIVERSE OF LOVE.....PRICELESS!!!!!!!

Caresses are light and flow upon the breeze like the wings of a dragon in flight. I stand ready to battle with chains and strife.  I look to the day when I no longer hide from the lost love within as it has a being of its own to hold and caress somewhere in my chest.

I can feel your hold upon me as I stand in the battle warring only pain and hurt to spur me onward to the battles end. I ask myself is it you or am I battling my own heart instead of the monsters on the parchment sent to me to collect at the worlds end to hand over to the master who will negate them to be never again. What is then left but the beauty of a scar where the battle took its hold and caressed me no more.. As victory sets in I know I have a friend.

  I truly live in and above the veil as my true persona hangs upon a nail.  I died for one and all can you see my love leaving me as the blood drains down my neck or has the spidery vein clogged to let me live on till the dawn of another day when man needs me to win at life one more time to caress the wings of the dragons nest.

My love I will wait till eternity ends to be there with you again to do it all over and discover you were my only lover. I have a sigh as the cover rolls over where your lips have been I silently caress the spot you love so well as my nose smells you linger in the air to brush back a strand of my hair. I close my eyes and wish you my love's only wish.... to caress

The master’s puppet smiles big as he sit at the masters feet with the darkness captured within a rose as the smell is as sweet. The master is playing with him toying with his afflictions does the master not see that the puppet is on the end of a stick dangling his smile so thick.

His red and green shows his desire to win at all costs and to become the master who sits and watches but can a frog play chess or checkers without getting lost?

The puppet has a letter on his head can anyone guess what it said? As far as I can see it is Alpha heaven for all to reach as the masters plan is in action I never could read the puppets reaction. This is a puzzle hidden very well inside the gates of heck with arms and feet crossed how much did the puppet pay to be the boss?

As I stand and take the puppet by the hand his face is no longer smiling it looks a fright as he is covered through the night .His smile soon returns as the game turns that favorite corner to see the master and to sit at his feet once more.

Waiting to see who comes through the door. It was I,   the thing you cannot see the spirit who moves in me.  Just as the master now sits at my feet the smile is upon the puppets face for redemption never tasted so sweet.  Blessed are the toad and the puppet as well as the master for grace is sitting in the driver’s seat so rare.   I loved the rosy cross but the price is what I paid, not what I bought!

Here I stand with my feet in the sand waiting for beauty to fly through the sky. As the flower blooms and the days sun shines. I feel the love you send me as I waited still and firm on my feet to love the gifts of the soul and those of your love gently caressing my face to say just how much you love me. The warmth of the experience needs no sun to warm me it comes from the inside my heart, my heart is yours and yours alone, blessed by your thoughts and dreams to be next to me….. Beauty and freedom is just a combination not many see up close but in truth there is nothing that can hold back intent such as ours, to be, to love and be free to dream dreams of eternity of smiling faces near and the footsteps are firmly planted and the direction sought honestly my love our true love is never lost. I don’t know what to say that you have never heard one say being of god like qualities I am sure you have heard it all from all beings but as you hear it from me rest assured it is as real as the footprints in the sand as we leave them to walk hand in hand.

Serenity what is it to you? For me, it knows there is nothing that can take my god given inheritance and make my life a bad time. I find serenity in small things and the quietness between sounds. How to use that which  is given in a positive way every day , just pull out  that hidden talent the one you so painstakingly try to hide so no one will steal it from you. Let it shine into the day let others be blessed by your talents.  Give them grace and mercy and trust as the father gives you, find the lining in the cloud to support you in times of faintness.  There is love in serving others and healing quietly those in pain this has been a true station for me to give and heal that in myself as well as others.  Just fly in the healing of the serenity of your being. Give from the love inside given to you from the father as all is well and feels beautiful………

Looking with the spiritual eye, can you see? Is there a view to you that you never seen before? I ask you in silence can you hear with those ears of yesteryear? What does the eye see? A painted portrait one of animation or grandest of hues, does the portrait have movement or is it still? Would you see the feeling of the artist?  Can you see the artist is you?  Paint on the canvas of your life a masterpiece you will never regret or be ashamed of saying it was me who put it on paper or in memory….



As my eye opens I see people for what they are not what the world wants me to see, I know illusion does its best to converge the point of knowing in life’s duality but I snap back the vision to a single lens. One vision of a single making to see the truth reign free as I gasp for air to soar through the land.



How do I feel?  I feel with my being tender and deep as the oceans floor. How do I see through the murky deep?  I ask god to shine the light of mercy and grace for me to see where to walk or where to stand. Try it and find your focus send it with belief heal, love dream and be able to use those gifts to see it all clearly.