Dreams you can see by faith.

A poem by Dorothy Ena Cablay.

Singing lady In the Sea-shore.

This is what love means to me.

Dancing in nature is moving in nature’s ambiance through its music.

Drifting off in my own reverie.

Funny life is it not.

A poem that suggests our final search inside us.

Love’s eternal song.

When did guilt first occur in human consciousness? Is there an adequate definition of guilt? Should it be there in every human? How may have this feeling evolved? What’s a better alternative to guilt–so that instead of there being a massive dose of it for failing to attend mass, the human heart creates its own mass in the name of joy for the gifts of life…