Voice of the Angels, enthrall magnolia, a simple mystery of wine and bees; to “sing of blissful songs”. Our newer senses please, as the unification has waited for me and you, This bell tower rings an unearthly inception of our forgiving lament forever. O Heart of the lotus blooming, so soon to send some rapture proven, that we may change from within again. And awakenings still, we are alive, one grand rubric of a dreaming that has always been. 12/21/1995 From The River of Swans Photograph with digital effect 2010