I just love the power of the lighthouse: safety, protection, and promise; a guide home.
Connecting to the vibrations of the universe. Respect.
Reflection is what we make of it. It should really be called vibration...but because we have eyes...we 'see'...sometimes not too clearly.
About why wisdom happens.
A poem about the drowning of a world of war and treachery. Kind of resembles the biblical story of the Great Flood; a new beginning.
This is a poem about a car accident I got into in July 2012 that almost took my life.
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