I am always whispering in your inner ear, as I am always giving vision to your inner   eye. Listen to my whispers.These words are bread for your soul and quickly multiply into loaves for others. Supply your own fish!

In the town where you live your busy lives, gridlock takes hold. Shame and blame direct the traffic. Park your cars. Get out.Come into another dimension, parallel to the time and space you know. This realm of Spirit has been known to people in all places, cultures, and religions. Many things I want to talk to you about here--whispers which you can then write, paint, sing, mold, express in your own wonderful way.

1 comment:

  1. how inspiring! i really like your poetry


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