Photography
November 7, 2024
There was, in a time when there was no time, a thing we shall call “Force”. Force was everything … and nothing. Force existed yet did not. Force was oblivion and total awareness. Impossible? Yes. But Force WAS.
He came to me as a gift of love
And he came to me with the gift of love
He touched my heart and he placed it there
And now it shines for all to see
My Love’s first language
So long lost,
Twas most forgotten.
Methinks that in the
Shades of other-time
I once knew this rote and rhyme.
Teach me to listen Mother
Teach me to listen Father
Teach me to listen Wamachi
I want to hear what you hear
Spirit, my body, your temple, my temple our home
Spirit, my body, your temple, my temple our home
