As goes love so goes life.

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.

An outrageous instinct to love and be loved blinded your arms to lines of propriety––Women and Men, Christians and Jews, Muslims and Buddhists, white, black, red, brown. An outrageous instinct to love and be loved executed your brain every hour on the hour.

The dancing vortex of a sacred metaphor clashes horns and halos to make wounded music set to the tempo of a new era in brilliant labor.

The study of history empowers nations and individuals with an ability to avoid errors of the past and lay foundations for victories in the future.

Death wins nothing here, gnawing wings that amputate–– then spread, lift up, fly.

You were born a child of light’s wonderful secret— you return to the beauty you have always been.