Dare to love yourself as if you were a rainbow with gold at both ends.
Un-winged and naked, sorrow surrenders its crown to a throne called grace.
Rainer Maria Rilke greeted and wrestled with the angels of his Duino Elegies in the solitude of a castle surrounded by white cliffs tall trees and the sea. I greeted most of mine in the solitude of a house that still vibrated with the throbs of a singular life that had helped shape many lives and with the ache of attempts to render useful service to that life. The River of Winged Dreams was therefore constructed as a link between dimensions of past and future emotions and intellect and matter and spirit.
Even when muddy your wings sparkle bright wonders that heal broken worlds.
Feet sandaled with dreams tread paths of vision leading to wisdom’s sharp peaks.
At the edge of madness you howl diamonds and pearls.
You are the hybrids of golden worlds and ages splendidly conceived.