The Word is Life

If I could bring to you through words

Everything that can be seen,

Felt, held, imagined, envisioned, danced, sung,

 And all the other ways we know the world

The Mystery that holds that world and worlds infinite,

I would.

If I could find a word,

But that word would need to reach into the unending depths

Of the multiverse.

 It would need to echo into the unknown and unnamed.

So all my life, the form of it,

Became a search for words,

The contemplation of each one,

The stringing them upon the thread of intuition,

The hope that together they will ring like bells.

These are my books.

These are what I give

In hopes that the frequency of their sound will reach you

Wherever you might be in time and space

And where you might be beyond.

These are my books,

That no matter the topic or the genre of each one,

I hope will open you and move you

Into vastness of the ordinary,

Eternity of the moment,

Fullness of life

That also can be found in your each breath,

In your every word spoken, written, and received.