whether to build an Empire . . .

October  9th,  1997

 

For Whom It May Concern

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perhaps I could write a conventional, conversational paragraph . . . after all, it was the preferred mode of voicing my heart and mind for what seems like forever . . . although, I must warn you, I have a tendency to slip into ~uniVerse~ without being aware of it . . .

beyond my work, and family, and the ever-present awareness of the blessings of both, my time is centered around an obsession called The Story . . . a symphony, if you will, which illuminates both its creation, and its fulfillment . . . and because each event, person, and circumstance in my life is a part of this melody, my first obligation, is . . . to listen . . .

my endeavor is to understand the process of living, and our subsequent spiritual progression, and to determine how the lessons illustrated before us become the knowledge, and therefore the reason, ever woven within the fabric of our humanity . . . and through this collective wisdom, comes the significance of our purpose, within the tapestry, God’s grand Design . . .

beneath the surface of our ordinary existence lies a rhythm, or balance, or essence, that binds our idea of spiritual oneness with our sense of place, or belonging, within this universe . . . and I am truly fortunate enough to have been blessed with the gift of knowing how to hear the sound of this extraordinary tale . . .

and the sound I hear, is Light . . . and The Light, has penetrated deeply into the corridors of my heart, moving as liquid, as phantom, as butterfly, toward the transformation of each and every Truth, into the words and images on each and every page, where I wait, patiently, until all have passed through the gates of your infinite awareness . . . and I, remain, the last man, standing, before you . . .

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of Pens, and Swords

 

 

 

The Vision,  of Purpose

 (  A Dream,  of Excellence  )

  

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The Tools,  of God’s Design,  is The Art,  of My Creative Hand,

whether to build An Empire,  or The Breath of Life,  from Sand,

I have only to walk with Faith,  and to know,  of All that Can Be,

 for U and I have much to do,  beyond The Eyes of mortal Men, 

       will Ever see . . .

 

 

 

 

from Book II,  The Sword ( Second Sound ) The Eleventh DoveTale – The Chariots of The Sun