Now come the whispers bearing bouquets of moonbeams and sunlight tremblings.
Feet sandaled with dreams tread paths of vision leading to wisdom’s sharp peaks.
I place my fingers upon these keys typing 2,000 dreams per minute and naked of spirit dance forth my cosmic vortex upon this crucifix called language.
All the world loves a ghost. The evidence of that simple statement can be found by looking in nearly every direction.
Souls reconstructed with faith transform agony into peace.
We are living in an era in which billions of people are grappling to promote communication, tolerance, and understanding over the more destructive forces of war, terrorism, and political chaos that have characterized the beginning of the 21st Century.