Voice and Color

A drop of water cannot dictate the flow of the ocean; nonetheless, if you follow it, it will lead you to it. This book is that drop.

If your gaze at the stars was to change by a mere hair, it would translate to unimaginable light years of distance in the belly of the heavens. Now, imagine the immeasurable amount of change in your eyes, if your mind (awareness) was to change by a mere hair. This book is that hair.

Carry your heart on your hand like a basket and walk thru all these pages. Stare at all the fruits that have ripened throughout the ages. Pick all you can carry, then rest and pick more in stages. But I pray that you’ll eat all you can, not in single words, but in phrases.

Here words turn into flesh, and blood is the make of its wine.

This book is the voice of that vine.