Something funky this day brings.

What Tuesday shall thee sing?

My perception as not he.

Something glorious given unto me.

For not of my own but another.

From father and beloved mother.

Eyes of new which unseen.

Gaze inward as if on a wide-screen.

From dark to light.

Awe from plite.

Hear no longer of yackety yack,

So it goes clickety claque.

From questions to answers,

And inspirational Dancers.

No longer for I,

But He Hi Hi.

Stepping into the Canvas no longer alone. For a great wind calls and knows thy name. Walking intently with Great Spirit, we sing and dance contently…as if nobody and everybody there to witness. For it is not in the self but greater I Am…