Each star is a mirror reflecting the truth inside you.

What is this slow blue dream of living, and this fevered death by dreaming?

Time (again, Time) like the soul, wears many faces, many bodies and climates and attitudes. The past is one face, the present a second and the future yet another.

A bridge of silver wings stretches from the dead ashes of an unforgiving nightmareto the jeweled vision of a life started anew.

Love taught me to die with dignity that I might come forth anew in splendor. Born once of flesh, then again of fire, I was reborn a third time to the sound of my name humming haikus in heaven’s mouth.

Passion presented with a greater challenge achieves a greater goal.-- from The Sexual Side of Spirituality

Dreams dress us carefully in the colors of power and faith.