I stood at the foot of a tall wooden ladderpiercing a purple cloud in the green heavens;all around the ground was bare except…
Make me laughtill I cry, help me live till I die: gasping “Enough!”
Flowers, when spent, give up their seeds.Wind blows them where it will. Dropped in the perfect place, never wishing to be elsewhere, they root and flourish.
You must make room for miracles. The new birth, the long awaited Joy comes quietly. Naturally. Conceived in Love…
I should have five minds, to read my towering stack of books and report back with a synopsis.
Tisk — tisk!
What I really want to do