2008 ~ 2012 

She had disappeared, as was her usual practice, late in the evening of the 24th of April. It had begun to rain, but that did not dissuade her from prowling the environs in her determined way, and most often would not come to the door to be let in until around midnight. Our fears continued to mount when the dawn did not bring her return, and the ensuing days and nights were spent wandering the neighborhood, calling her name, waiting, and hoping . . .

Words cannot begin to convey the sense of growing loss, and heartache, and concern that she was still out there, alone and perhaps lost, or even having decided to begin a new life somewhere in the wild, which suited her solitary character, and filled her time with whatever takes hold of a spirit so bound to her natural surroundings, needing not the bonds of human contact, but those that defined who she was, and who she was so steadfastly determined to be, a creature so attached to the very essence of nature, yet so inextricably bound to our hearts, and our souls, in ways that defy any rational means of understanding, and will always remain in the realm of absolute wonder . . .

In the morning of the 29th, after walking the area for miles, speaking to anyone we saw, and even calling the animal shelters for any word, we happened to see some scavenger bird aloft in a tree down in the lower portion of the property, and yes, to our horrified and woefully expectant eyes, there was Mia, lying ravaged almost beyond recognition, and so far beyond what our hearts could ever imagine would be this earthly and beloved Angel’s fate . . .

She now lies upon the hill next to our home, below a stone marker, and alongside another Angel, named Lucky, whose time to go came as well not a year ago, at age 5, and long before he too, ever should have . . .

and the mystery of their passing haunts us still, and in our hearts, it always will . . .

in the Deepest of Waters

no the Riders will not stop Us ’cause

      the only Love they’ll find,  is Paradise . . .

Words by Seal – 1991

and Windows are but Seas of Glass

Imagine, walking through the corridors within you that comprise the essence of your heart, and therefore becoming the sanctuary of the very place where your soul resides.

From this simple act of defining a center of your self, now imagine the depth and breadth of your absolute significance within the grand and glorious design that caused such a remarkable occurrence, or presence, that whispers of understanding the magnitude of your purpose inside the All of it.

Visualize this presence as a sacred dwelling, a divinely inspired manse of awesome and stunning proportions, and far beyond your awakening consciousness to yet fully appreciate, and which now corresponds to the endless array of possibilities that await each and every notion that comes to mind.

For you,  are a most singular aspect, of the magnitude and majesty of Everything, as extraordinary as the light from the Sun that rose on the day you were born,  and as perfectly unique as the gleam in God’s adoring Eye.

And within this dwelling are as many rooms as there are stars in a galaxy, and each room holds again what only the stars could ever know.  And these rooms abound within the infinite corridors of your everlasting heart. And these rooms present the portals, that offer up the doors, that finally embrace the locks that will always require the Keys, of your Knowledge.

Now imagine, that each of these locks, will accept but a single remarkable key, and this key, is one among seven. For these seven keys, are the means by which all wisdom is bestowed, and all wisdom, is therefore achieved, when you have come to realize that your pure existence within and throughout this voyage of Knowledge, is of an unfolding, an arabesque of a delicate and deliberate design.

And this design is the blueprint of your amazing soul, whose primary purpose within Everything is to savor the countless experiences that forge each of the seven keys, that embody each of the seven virtues of living. For the totality of living is what your soul craves, to know what can only be learned by seeking wisdom, inside a journey that begins and ends with Patience, Tolerance, Acceptance, Compassion, Understanding, and Forgiveness, in order to ever find Love, again . . .

Love, is the sole manifestation of order within this universe, and without which there can emerge no process of investigation or examination, and therefore no sustainable need, want, deservance or desire to even pose the question “why ?”. Because, hidden deep within the fabric of humanity lays the thread of our individual and collective purpose, which, having been meticulously sown by the hand of the Almighty has resonated unerringly across the ages within the welcoming yet infinite realm of wonder.

For each and every aspect of understanding, once gathered and held secure by the alliance of faith and courage, transforms all inquiry and analysis into a definitive and glorious tapestry of Knowledge, through which, and ever annealed in the crucible of wisdom, shall emerge the exquisite clarity, of one voice, and ultimately, one truth.

and there waits Æterna

 (  at ZanaDew Falls  )

ageless and Always,  and so very far beyond The Reach,  of even Kings,

where Time ever moves,  though as liquid,  and a promised Glory sings,

while the Tides,  they rise they fall,  while simply dancing with The Moon,

     but to flow Within,  as nowhere else,  is upon this mighty,  River of Soon . . .

One Voice

all the words ever spoken in the name of Wisdom or Enlightenment,

have yet to crumble these Walls of Our collective disHarmony,

     nor carry Us forth into the embrace of The Reason Why . . .

a Question,  of Magnitude

how complex must the degrees and designs of Evil become,

        for humanity to ever understand the simplicity of God’s Intent . . . ?

The Paradox

Our Faith that sustains the very existence of a God,

who denies Us the very substance of Its Presence,

     because of Our Faith that so far remains unworthy . . .

One

the Number of Chances,  that remain standing between Our Salvation and Oblivion,

     when next We choose,  to take,  or forsake,  The Hand that ever holds,  Our Destiny . . .

66

the Number of Generations that have walked this Earth seeking Forgiveness,

     for the deed,  done by those,  that slew The One,  that came here to bestow it . . .

722,464

the Number of Mornings,  that have ever given up Their Promises to The Sky,

      to cast among Us,  The Light that was to come,  from The Rising of The Son . . .

(  and still,  We wait  )