TRANSITIONS, VOLUME I OF THE TRILOGY
Words are the tools we
use to give form and substance to our lives. They help us understand our stories by allowing us to
confront, question, and ponder. With
words we can invite others into our world.
Sometimes the words are
given to us, erupting from our subconscious un-announced, as precious gifts
from the soul. Other times we must
do the work, struggling to find the words we need. The words in this book are a mixture of both; many were
“given to me”, while others required work.
As I am writing this
introduction it occurs to me that perhaps even those words we must work for,
are, in the end, also gifts.
I AM NO ONE HERE
I call my name
And no one hears
The song began so long ago
I heard it once
And did not know
How clear the clouded dreams
Seen only by the blinded heart
Or so it seems
Soft and gently across my soul
Outrageous winds
Continually roll
We claim the mystery that is ours
As despair retreats
Before silent tears of joyous hours
1984
