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,
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.