excerpts

miracles of life -- from the chapter on joy

as i stand in the midst of them that have not been moved, in the midst of what appears to be a storm
of people in a world that wonder me as to if any one here cares for... does this world have love. does
anyone know what love is confusion is about

but i, i am standing on a thousand hills. seeing and knowing. i, i am seated at the throne of grace,
even though i appear to be standing on the ground. it is an illusion, for i am abiding in him who has
mercy i am in the heart, the womb of the one who has breathed life into my bones. shhhhh, listen....
you will find them in your joy, the miracles of life

67,000 miles per hour on earth
we travel the galaxy, therefore
ponder not if miracles exist but
rather if you notice them.

what ever happened to the dreams of Dr. Martin Luther King? Did he touch your heart? did his words
of alliance move you? No matter what the other does it still begins with self and unless we put those
precious words of his to flight, what good is our passion for them?

you say you know what love is? i love you, you tell me. i want to make love to you, you say.

the old lady in the village she said, i have a request listen to me. love. love is like canto profundo,
deep singing, within. the voice of song. a iz za za ze za wae za

as you laid beneath me and spoke words, i knew you really didn't know me. i let you enter me, going
against all i know and believe. for the desire for truth, in love is strong. but it reached out of me to
grasp a hold of, only air. where did the love go?

when this thing of the flesh was over, i said to myself, i know i had something in my hand! was i
dreaming? where did the love go? za za za ze za wa

the old lady in the village she said, it was never there my child. you know, love, little one, stays. this,
physical thing is truly the last to be expressed in the graceful passion of the giving of your precious
body to another.

love is made strong in pain and joy. like a mother and a child. or how else will we know what this
oneness thing means.

and then she was gone, was she ever really there, or was i just talking to myself. and then i heard this
voice, so rounded with elysium, and she said...... you're worth waiting for.

i only look at the stars to
try and find her vastness, for
words can not requite such
beauty.

praytell, what will they think on next? what will they dream that has not been dreamed? what will they
create that has not been created?

has man assembled himself? has he done so much, that he has dismissed where he came from? or does
he even perceive? it is before his generation, even her mothers womb. when the wind and seas were
and the beasts of the fields were not.

teacher -- from the chapter on teaching

once again i am girded. walking forward with a newness, in victory, knowing that when i thought it
was to much to bear, everything including thoughts of you kept me.

teacher, how could you; be forgotten? sweetness poured from your mouth as you spoke to me and i
will never forget being your little angel, most of the time.....

i never thought -- from the chapter on God

i never thought living with you. that walking across the fields of my sojourn would be so full so solid
that my body and soul cannot even say or create words that would tell you what i feel, what i know.
it is still unspoken for in a thousand years of time i couldn't explain to you the way my spirit fills
with love and the laughter of innocence while being emerged in precious wisdom that unshakes me
i am strong, because you have even lifted me up, that i might rise to the occasion of life.

i never ever thought.