and Sapphired Skies




 of Mountains,  and Majesty




no matter the Trial or Tribulation laid down upon Your Path of Living,

whether by Chance or Circumstance,  another’s Need or dire Design,

a Hallmark of Your singular destination is to embrace Understanding,

      before U can ever truly regard,  the softly smiling Eyes,  of Forgiveness . . .






there, on The Pinnacle of Choice


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.




whose Choices, carry








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 . . .







and standing, among Giants




The Eve,  of Deliverance

(  Tatia’s Dream  )




and Now,  a tumultuous Year is nigh coming to a close,

one that held many Chances and CircumStances,

some Within,  some Without,  and some,

     so very far Beyond,  Our Control . . .

We are left to reassemble or rebuild Each of

the Pieces of Our Lives that best mirror The Pattern,

      or The Purpose,  of The Plan,  and Our Place,  within It All . . .

some of Us face Tasks or Trials that challenge,  while Others,

face the same Troubles,   with nary a Blink of an Eye . . . and still,

      there are Those that never even bother to notice The Light of Day . . .

through it All,  there are Those,  that meet what is dealt to Them

with extraordinary Courage,  unextinguishable Hope,  while

      teaching All of Us,  exactly what Faith,  is All about . . .

      They,  lead Us,  by Example . . .

      They,  honor Us,  with Kindness . . .

      They,  shelter Us,  with Foregiveness . . .

They,  Always reveal to Us,  The Very Meaning of Life,  and how to live It,  and how to cherish Every

      Moment of Every Day,  with a Spirit borne of knowing of just how precious,  Every Moment,  can be . . .




from Book I,  The Ring ( First Light) The Twelfth DoveTale – The Passion of Innocence


written to,  and for,  some very dear Friends,  on December 24th,  2002



the Song, and the Dance



Convincing otherWise

(  to Reason  )



He looked out,  across a Sea of Faces,  One by One,  to find

Each holding a Passion,  a Purpose,  and a Promise,

and Each prepared to blame The Next,  for

      The Failures,  of The One,  before . . .

We want Understanding,  They cried,  but Their Cries,  went unSpoken,

We want Forgiveness,  They cried,  but Their Cries,  went unSeen,

We want Love,  They cried,  but Their Cries,  went unHeard,

because All They had forgotten to remember,  was that

Patience,  Tolerance,  Acceptance and Compassion

were NoWhere,  to be found,  among All that had

      Ever remained,  and Always,  to be left behind . . .




from Book II,  The Sword ( Second Sound ) The Fifth DoveTale – The Pillar of Truth




through a Field, of Stones




The Walk,  of Life

(  Virtuosity  )




Patience,  Tolerance,  Acceptance,  Compassion,  Understanding,  Forgiveness,  and Love,  Again . . .





from,  well,  EveryWhere . . .




and of Forgiveness









a Woman,  and a Man,  sitting by The Light of an August Moon,  that floats like a forgotten Dream under a star-lit Sky above How Long Bay,  staring out upon a quiet Harbor,  and Far beyond,  to All the lonely Distances lying there between Them,  that seem to end only at the Horizons of Their disContent,  slowly extend a Hand toward each Other,  and smile,  and then promise,  to remember to forget The Days gone by,  and begin to talk,  of All The Deis,  to come . . .




form The Voyage of Kings – A StoryTeller’s Dream,  Dream III – The Sixth DoveTale – The Trials of Ecstasy




reflected, on a Sea of Glass



Plus Ultra 

(  of More,  and Beyond  )




as The Mariner,  explores,  with His Iron Oars,  The Depths,  of The IcanSea,

He pulls to Appraise Them,  only to Raise Them,  from Oblivion’s Hold,  so Heavenly,

burdened blind,  by The Weight of Mankind,  for The Wind in His Wake is Sighing,  Still,

while an Echo of Everything Dear,  quietly roars in His Ear,  He rows by a Force of Will,

and ’Lo and Behold,   as These Legends unfold,  to become The Meaning,  of Truth,

The Mariner turns,  For Always He yearns,  remembering The Love,  of His Youth,

as The Sea finds The Sky,  without knowing Why,  Home is The Star of Reason,

      behind Eden’s Gates,  His Always waits,  no matter The Time,  or The Season . . .


until At Last,  across Millennia’s Past,  His Journey will End,  where It Began,

beyond Her Shore,  He will roam No More,  lost,  among The Follies,  of Man,

just out of Sight,  Ever,  shrouded by Night,  reckoning by The Light of Her Grace,

One Day,  Soon,  under an August Moon,  so Lovely,  will be The Smile on Her Face,

yet before Hope rests Again in The Arms of When,  Here,  There are Promises to keep,

from His Heart,  sails a Thread,  for to All He is wed,  by Each Tear,  Ever born,  to weep,

and if Fate had a Choice or Silence a Voice,  These Words to Her,  He whispered Then,

     Always,  is My Rose,  as only Forgiveness knows,  and We,  will be,  Love,  Again . . .





 from Book III,  The Diamond ( Third Beginning ) The Eighth DoveTale – The Bridge of Dreams





The View, from Mirth


“ mornin’ folks,  my name’s skye,  guess i’m your driver today,

so just sit tight,  buckle up,  keep yer noises down,  an’ don’t

        forget t’ flush the john . . . an’ ah,  no smokin’ ’til the next stop ” . . .

 ­ ­                          

                                                    ***                                                                    ***­

 ­and,  with that eloquent and heartfelt epithet,  blown

from the very lips of an angel,  as our vomit-colored

bus trundles off toward the sunset along route 442,

just south of miles junction,  and hard by the tracks

out past the county landfill toward that architectural

monstrosity built back in truman’s day usin’ money

disappropriated from the bureau of indian affairs to

hide from pryin’ eyes the facts,  of what exactly,  they

were goin’ to build was none other than a bonafide, 

top-secret,  underground research facility,  operatin’

for the sole purposes of explorin’ mankind’s infinite

capacity for engagin’  in enterprizes far beyond their

ability to understand,  while marchin’  off,  towards a

future they have deluded themselves into thinkin’ is

lined with rose-colored afterthoughts,  when all that

everybody really needed to get along was just a few

words of kindness,  tolerance,  or compassion,  and

every once in a while,  the strength,  that comes from

patience,  or the shelter that comes from forgiveness,

and,  one day,  when we wake up to find all our hopes

have run off with our dreams,  we will also discover,  that all

      this world ever needed,  was,  and still is,  is love . . .

***                                                  ***­



Welcome to BizneyLand

(  an’ thanks for usin’ FrailWays  )



a Spiral StareWay




Clouds,  and All

(  right where They should be  )



then,  as Once,  Again,

and The Eyes of Heaven

embrace the Stillness, 

to gaze upon

a Man, 


with no

name or number,

with No Doubt,  of His

Purpose,  with No Rest,

to call His Own,  on

His Knees,


His Dory,

The Stars,  Above

and Below Him,  well

beyond The Reach,  of

Men,  and Machine,

Ever rowing,



and All

      Forgiveness . . .

*      *      *      *

and while The Legion of Stars

quietly ponder His Intent,  in The Presence of Their Grace,

listening to The Sigh of an Echo in His Wake,  They see a Place called Earth,

      slowly turning to greet The Day,  and yet pulled by The Fine,  and Silver Thread,  of His Heart . . .





from Book III,  The Diamond ( Third Beginning ) The Tenth DoveTale – The Cliffs of Andromeda