The invisible hand that stretches across Oceans and barbed wire boundaries has more fingers than the streams of light that cascade from the heavens into the darker recesses of your magnificence.
There are moments when all seems lost but the shadow of darkness is dispelled and replaced by this glimmer of hope that softly and subtly invades your magnificence
Even as we explore the faint avenues that wound their way into our consciousness we clearly seem to understand how our journeys criss-crossed over exotic landscapes and stark desolate realties to merge into a moment of mystery.
We have finally met.
Now more human than before the pages of our past turn slowly the notes we compare are cryptic and careless but what we share seems to have been sculpted by the same pen filled with the same ink of wisdom.
