a bridge, a cross, eternity . . .

 

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this book was conceived, and is certainly now embraced, by a most singular act of divine will and determination ever to be brought forth under the sublime guidance and counseling of none other than the Feminine Supreme, and upon whose infinite grace and wisdom I have been blessed to witness, and therefore to wonder, of all that has been manifested within each and every woman I have ever had the honor and pleasure to know . . .

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from The ForeWord:   The Voyage of Kings (The Apology) 

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deep in The OurGlass

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The Coming True

 
 
 
 
 
 
We have spoken of the Remembrances,  the tectonic shifting of a grand Paradigm,
 
the Parade of Moments that make up this Symphony of a Life,  the taking hold of
 
every Blessing before its echo fades into SumWhere,  and cherishing it All,  for 
 
All it is worth,  and realizing,  what it is to be a part of this Flow of undeniable 
 
Splendor and Grace,  to have been so stunned into shedding uncountable 
 
tears,  by awe,  by Love,  or touched by an Essence so infinitely beyond 
 
Wisdom and Compassion,  to have had my soul laid bare,  inside 
 
the silence of unspeakable Sadness,  to have quenched this 
 
ageless thirst of my Longing with a river of such terrible 
 
Beauty,  to understand the flaws in the very fabric 
 
of my Existence,  and so too the designs
 
sewn by no hand but my own,  while 
 
I stand humbled still by every act
 
of every Kindness ever left,  by
 
those I have been so blessed 
 
to know,  the Jewels adorning
 
the Richness of my Days,  and 
 
All are now present,  here on this,
 
      the very Threshold,  of All my Dreams . . .
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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.

 

 

 

down through the Pages

 

 

 

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 . . .

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Knowing, is The Child

 

 

 

The Temerity Prayer

 

 

God grant Me the Patience to

reject the Things I cannot change,

Compassion to change the Things I can,

     and finally the Wisdom,  to bestow The Difference . . .

 

 

 

 

from Book I,  The Ring ( First Light ) The Eighth DoveTale – The Rock of Patience

 

 

 

a Horse, with no name

 

 

 

The Wonderist

 

  

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Knowing,  is The Child,  of Faith and Understanding,

reflected in The Eyes,  of Wisdom,  for

Ever to grace The Face,  of

       So It Shall Be . . .

 

 

 

 

from Book II,  The Sword ( Second Sound ) The Sixth DoveTale – The Cradle of Light

 

 

 

like Cool Water

 

 

 

whether for Love,  or Truth

 

 

 

 or The Wisdom that grows from Both,  it is Our Intimacy with

­OurSelves that defines the Essence of Our Character,  which,

after All,  is The Sum,  of All that We have to give,  to Our Path,

to Our Purpose,  and to Our Passion,  and if We dare to call

 OurSelves Writers,  We must find The Fortitude necessary

within Us,  to illuminate The World around Us,  through

 the endless Pursuit,  and Refinement,  of Our Craft,

yes,  Our Love of Writing,  is Love of Truth, 

and Love of Truth is ultimately,

      The Point . . .

 

 

 

from Book II,  The Sword ( Second Sound ) The Eighth DoveTale – The Destiny of Kings