Where humanity sowed faith, hope, and unity, joy’s garden blossomed.

This fire that we call Loving is too strong for human minds. But just right for human souls.

Then came the healing time, hearts started to shine, soul felt so fine, oh what a freeing time it was.

As painful as life can be at times for people all over the world there is some component of existence, or nonexistence perhaps, operating to implement a balance and give us an opportunity to turn the horrors we've forced upon each other into something more conducive to sustaining at least minimal degrees of sanity and love.

Feet sandaled with dreams tread paths of vision leading to wisdom’s sharp peaks.

The act of writing itself is much like the construction of a mirror made of words. Looking at certain illuminated corners of or cracks within the mirror, the author can see fragments of an objective reality that comprise the physical universe, social communities, political dynamics, and other facets of human existence. Looking in certain other corners of the same mirror, he or she may experience glimpses of a True Self sheltered deftly behind a mask of public proprieties.

Oh what a wonderful soul so bright inside you. Got power to heal the sun’s broken heart, power to restore the moon’s vision too.