As we transition from one form into another we create an etheric bridge comprised of our beliefs and loves and letterless words and Light, always Light. The original is oil on canvas, 26″ X 40″, and is part of a private collection.

Dedicated to Elizabeth Oakes, a poet of the soul. You may enjoy her work at Ethereal Publications and Amazon

All but the bones
rise now.
I am clean.
I move.

—excerpt from “All But the Bones”, from Leave Here Knowing

Some say the body is made
of sin. I say it loses its
boundaries, becomes the
shimmer it believes in.

—excerpt from “God in the Wind”, from Mercy in the New World