In your hands winteris a book with cloud pagesthat snow pearls of love.

Now come the whispersbearing bouquets of moonbeamsand sunlight tremblings.

Searching for a mind long lost I found it shaping colors and history near the cliffs of your heart.

Dr. Martin Luther King Jr.’s dream was a manifestation of hope that humanity might one day get out of its own way by finding the courage to realize that love and nonviolence are not indicators of weakness but gifts of significant strength.

If the idea of loving those whom you have been taught to recognize as your enemies is too overwhelming, consider more deeply the observation that we are all much more alike than we are unalike.

Humanity is not without answers or solutions regarding how to liberate itself from scenarios that invariably end with mass exterminations. Tools such as compassion, trust, empathy, love, and ethical discernment are already in our possession. The next sensible step would be to use them.

Like a Passover Poet gliding from house to house and from trembling soul to trembling soul the wind scribbled sonnets of first time love and weeping haikus of last hours on earth.

True lovers earn their genius in schools of blood, prophecy and dust.

All the world loves a ghost. The evidence of that simple statement can be found by looking in nearly every direction.