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Storytellers: Walk for miles in your brother or sisters shoes exactly as they have, then talk to me of they’re experiences or who you think they are. Walk a mile in your own I’ll listen with empathy and by such trust telling you of mine. And if your words are of respect I will know at the start then so should I hear with open ears and heart.

If your thoughts of living should bring sadness, live not in your grieving yet given to mourn as the dove to the dawn rises, and the light of the heavens speak your voice of comfort of the eternal within.

A Memorial in dedication to artists and people everywhere who’ve suffered in their lives, to their stewardship by the blood and sweat of their tears, that they lived to help people transcend their pain and in such effect were made better by it.

When you have to stand for the right to be and forgive those that obsessively judge what that is have hard lessons to learn not for me to teach as history repeats time and again to those closed ears caught up in the mindful maze of hopeful gaze and saving face don’t mind the grace that’s staring right at you did you notice it wasn’t mine as you looked so eagerly to have but yours, the gifts you’re given daily see the children they know and inspire the wonder, the joy, the delicate fragrances radiant light, just open your senses and choose it its there.

Through child's eyes teach me truths articulate not through words as woman or man being innocence in~observation to my surroundings, my beingness spirit connection with life, as needs be ~removing layers years built, my child sees sculpted form before shaped. I am the mask maker, not the wearer of masks, for what serves more than being beyond what is worn or placed upon? I am a being ~ being. Wear the mask as in pre~formed living, a building one moves into ~so is to say, what future is mine? my body victim by limited form? No say I ~ I am much more!

I am blind, or can I see?
The images are blurred but move with gentle ease!
Hazy, misted fragments – particles that dance!
Embodied little drops of light surrounding everything!
Rays beam left and right even in the darkest night!
Hey little friends I feel you glance!
I don’t dream of you, I live with you!
Pulsing, flowing, ebbing waves there is time in your pace.
Shadows appear now and then, rectangles, circles, diagonal lines,
Giving depth to this new dimension!
Outside my room your presence is feared.
Caused by the need to live in the world!
Sight is limited only in the mind!
The body reacts to the minds thought and thoughts create energy!
Pushing, pulling turning, swirling, the vibration tuned high or low
Depending on the time and space!
I am happy to see you.

I know wherever I go you are with me ~ as a child you taught me to see beauty around me ~ to appreciate our family ~ and to be kind and loving. You always accepted and inspired me ~ giving me confidence to develop my talents. And on this day I honor you with a radiating heart with love for all of life’s gifts with gratitude and abundance.

To know oneself within the experience of life ~ and the authentic self beyond the story is grace in being and to know oneself is to know the self unto the whole

hearts are not meant to be prisons or weapons