The light of many
stars converged with the
sun and
moon to reflect and fall across
HIStory, the ebony
Beauty that played and danced like the Word, "cat," with the keys round about 11 pm 23 June 2010. A man of his word (The Truth) spoke. He gave us a description of Art working "like a painting in IT."
Ideas conveyed in conversations have been converging in
Fresh Air with the music of a piano in my mind to produce a new way of being with others in this world. I heard
"Men do not talk about this."
"I've become a repository (for secrets)."
Mother Earth (Me) a.k.a.
Mom@RainbowWay.org.
