The Singing Birds of Infinity
The Amazing Visit
Is now who I am
under the Dust of the Stars
Singing in Raincoats of feathers
Echoing in Canyons of Ecstasy
Shouting with the soft cloth of Remembrance
Dividing Time with the Clean knife of Clarity
Scattering butter and sugar to the mouths of
Singing birds
Those lost and lovely
Singing birds of Infinity …
The Clean Lines of Life
It was once said that “human beings are not born with instruction manuals” – but that we have an innate “blueprint” design at our very core that can inform us of our true and beautiful trajectory in life. How important is it to know this?
I became aware, in my post-teenage years, that humans move like lemmings. Like sheep. Like well-intentioned doctors, nurses and patients – in a hospital where the doctors are sick, the patients are well, and the nurses are spreading disease.
