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Saturday, April 30, 2011

The Book of Celebration - Peace

The sheer majestic beauty of the mantle of peace eludes the orator’s lips – defies the painter’s pallet. Once felt, it is like a cloak of the finest ermine that softly caresses my very being.

Let the peace within shimmer like an emerald on delicate threads of beauty – taking flight, soaring – bursting forth into a sea of unconditional, all-consuming joy.

Saturday, April 23, 2011

The Book of Celebration - Ecstacy

I have crossed the bar – felt the wind in my face, and the sun on my brow. I drink at last from the eternal well that springs forth from the deepest depths of my soul and never – never again shall I thirst.

I danced with my soul and touched a thousand kindred spirits – soaring, dancing into the center of the universe – and I was overcome by the joy of the unending dance. Ecstasy was mine.

Saturday, April 16, 2011

The Book of Celebration - Passion

Yet I am torn by fear to reach out for the fulfillment that is my heart’s desire. My soul aches to taste the fullness of life. Yet I dare not – I – I cannot bridge the precipice.

Passion is life’s last triumph – the insatiable commitment of love and truth, and for those who possess life’s passion – enchantment. May the passion of life always rest within your heart and may your eyes always see beauty. May the wind always whisper your name.

Saturday, April 9, 2011

The Book of Celebration - Ascent

And if in a moment of complete abandon I would shed my earthly armor – dare I reach out with naked soul to meet the pulse of things around and expose all my vulnerability?


At times I think; - to ascend to heights not yet attained I must embrace all living things – indeed, all life itself – and in embracing, give – receive, all that was meant to be.

Saturday, April 2, 2011

The Book of Celebration - Dancing

If then, in fervent hope, I would choose to drink of the nectar that is life itself, how will my spirit touch the world around me? And how, in reciprocity, will I be touched?



To dance at the Apex of creation and disregard the union of chaos -  to brave the spoken and in bravery speak that nature’s children might better know your soul – that is life’s celebration.