The Land of My Dreams

The land of my dreams.

So Sing

On a pure and perfect day, When the sun does gloriously shine, And the waves lap gently Upon these gleaming shores. This is the sort of day When all the world is right

That Scarborough Cat

Let's go back to Scarborough and that cat, The one that ended up going splat, Not the greatest way to die, But before that he had eight other lives. Born in Austria in 1942,

Tribute to Authors Great

When I am sitting all alone, I harken To the silence; the breath of time. I tilt my head and listen, As the pattern of this quiet makes a rhyme. The stillness of an autumn even,

The Token of Love

Oh, what sparkling sunlight plays upon this wall! Mottled through the trees, that swishing, call To you who pass; to stop and listen, "Pause my friend; watch as we glisten."

Idea For A New Religion - Chapter 2 - Macrocosmic Healing

Second part of my idea for a proposed new religion.

Idea For A New Religion - Chapter 1 - Immunization

Every living thing; every man and woman and child is a sacred cell within the sacred anatomy of God, the living universe.

Like Gold to Ayery Thinnesse Beate...

Is it possible that the aura and spirit and very essence of a person are somehow revealed in death?

The Evolving Universe

Time To Change?

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