Veiled in a kiss.

Through my many negative experiences; individuals who go on and on how they do not believe in spiritual gifted people, they don’t believe in psychics, and they don’t know anything about Santeria and Voo-doo. I discover stunningly those same individuals practice Santeria or Voo-doo; and they do believe in the spiritual realms. Hippocrates! I love the moon. Personally, I sense it is mysterious-protective-maternal-pacifically prospherous. And yeah, glowing divine in her splendour.

A poem.

Iridescent delight.

Greenwise thinking.

In an atmosphere of quietude and relaxation, the murmur of a brook sounds like a lullaby, as if Nature is subtly expressing its sublimity.

For Thanksgiving.

Self-describing.

What a view.

They slid down the steep dirt slope on their bikes as they had done many times before. Dust kicked up behind them as they slid, fogging the air in the tunnel around them so they could barely see where their bikes were taking them.