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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because The Wind, knows The Way

 

 

A Forest,  for The Tree

 

 

 

We ask OurSelves,  Each and Every Day,  whether or naught The Paths We choose are pointing in The Right Direction,  or if The Reasons for going There,  are Those that will provide Us with a closer Look toward The Who and What We are,  and perhaps a clearer Understanding,  of The Where and Why of Our Destination . . .

more Often as Naught,  We do This because We believe in Our Inner Voice,  that tells Us We are a Part of some invisible Whole,  drawing Us closer to The Inevitable Sum,  where We will One Day arrive at Our Purpose within The Meaning of Life,  and Our Place,  within The Tapestry,  of This Grand Design . . .

as We journey Onward,  Some of Us,  will follow The Path trusting in Our Heads,  and Some,  will answer only to Our Hearts,  leaving All The Rest,  to find The Balance,  in The Space Between . . . yet,  regardless of where The Echo might originate within Us,  or if We Ever take The Time to even listen,  rest Assured,  It is Our Souls that will,  ultimately,  answer The Call . . .

still,  there is SumThing quite extraOrdinary,  that Each and Every Soul is bound to enCounter,  by The Grace of God,  as We walk along The Way . . . and That,  is The Existence,  of One who holds The Completeness,  and therefore holds The FullFillMeant,  of AnOther . . . A Companion,  A Friend,  A Lover,  A Mate,  of Our Very Own Soul . . .

and So,  My Dearest One,  It is naught by Chance,  or even by Circumstance,  that This Very Soul of Mine,  after All These Years,  and All These Tears,  has finally come Home,  to The Very Point,  of U . . .

 

 

 

 

from Book I,  The Ring ( First Light ) The Ninth DoveTale – The Windmills of Eden