This poem is about the soul being born in eternality and not in time. If we go beyond the mundane,and reach within we can find that we are a part of what has created all things,past,present,and future. A grand schematic beyond, human imagination.

Where were you when American poetess Sylvia Plath gassed herself in her London kitchen at the age of 30 during the harsh winter of 1963?
Not perhaps the stuff our memories are made of, but all that could change. There is a distinct revival worldwide of interest in poetry and poets. This is expressed in the increased purchase of poetry books – anthologies and works by individual poets – in the new and secondhand book markets.

This poem concerns stretching beyond what you know yourself to be. Then looking thru the mirror image of how others see you in reflection.

This poem concerns not just learning from others but about teaching ourselves,which turns into positively affecting those arround us, and our world.

This poem concerns my own Canadian Native background. My search for my own connection to Mother Earth and her Spirit.

This poem is about hope against the great angst filled days in any life. These days are natural to coping at all levels of consciousness til we are fully liberated.

This poem is about ,the harsh lessons of life, and gaining the necessary experiences, that cannot be given in text-form.

This poem concerns how to go about the basics of developing a spiritual path, with a logical outlook.

This poem is about, the strength, of peace,and love, as a weapon against all forms of agression.

This poem is about the quick-stream often called love. It cannot be created as humankind invents things.