If any day was more appropriate to appreciate the tranquility amongst the wild temperament of the masses...This canvas that was empty now spread with splattering of expressions, so much chaos, we can easily deceive. This time is for reaching deep into the night-to pull from your enemies their fright. Deliver the love that makes you great and not the temper that makes you unheard. Let your voice be persuasive. Be patient and kind. We are the generators of our enemies with how we say what we say. Hear me. Hear me as soundly as possible. We are the generators of our enemies. 

Dear America

Are we becoming so willfully individualized that we are willing to abandon our democracy?

This Blood

If this blood could share my life
But to waste the colors do despair
My feminine figure eclipsed by a giving
To the earth the remains absorbed

I crawl from the night a new woman
Whose given a path of effort
To climb from this early birth into the arms of new life
The death of a world decays before me
Fields of grace spread pleasantly
Take these aching arms and wrap them in bury
This night has come to a close
I have felt you adorn my heart with the warmth of the rising sun

Never could this day burden me
My arms have strengthened
I listen carefully to you
Blessed with the wisdom to listen
I know what is holy and free
To reign with the wisdom of kindness and compassion
No reason to enslave

I am free from worry and shame
Free from the brier patch of defense
No man can catch my worry
For worry is not mine
Heart capture this intellect
For I see so clearly
Pass your graces to others
Pass your graces to see
Others standing before you
Needing what you perceive
Needing what you see.

This I have learned from observation; if a speaker utters words that are designed to change the fabric of our existence for the better, the listener's natural response is to be moved-to be moved to be of service, to be moved to make a difference, to be moved to examine the grace that moves within their life and the lives of others. If, however, those words are lacking integrity, the listener's reaction is one of defense. And, this defense could be in a reactionary case against the speaker or for the speaker. Defensiveness is a weak proposition. I shall never live in that space for very long. "In the beginning was the Word..."

The Fourth Dimension

The fourth dimension of spiritual inquiry entails the realm of contradiction.  We experience time as a reality, and yet, within the fourth dimension there is only now. All that ever was or will be is occurring within this very moment as your eyes track across these words.  When there is no time, there is only place. The placement and order of things contributes to the illusion that there is a progression of time involved, separating the order of things. Without time, imagine a world of place, where everywhere you have ever been, every molecule in your entire body, every substance you have consumed has found new homes, new positions in space, when your body dies these molecules disperse into new spaces.  Imagine if you could see all of this in one image, removing the illusion of time. Now, another contradiction is there is space as we perceive space, and yet, space is a dimension.  Within the fifth dimension, there is no separation of the order of things, and yet this separation of things is necessary in order for unity to self-identify.  The origin is indeed alive and true within the fourth dimension-not as a theoretical impulse, but as a living and breathing truth setting your every cell ablaze with the wholeness of this vast and unified field.