In the silent cathedral of my mind a song begins to sing itself into being. Outside, a soft wind stirs, and the wildflowers begin dancing.
Wednesday, January 9, 2008
Fire in the Ethereal World
I woke up from a strange dream - the museum of my past was on fire in the backyard, and I could not find a phone to call 911! Everyone I turned to inside the house of my dream was only interested to be an onlooker, as if the window to the past was a television channel.
I offer this small creation of space where we can be together and touch the pulse of our interconnectedness, as through sharing we explore the unique experiences of life, and the faces of love. I invite your response.
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