Eagle of Gold

I have seen your wings flexed in flight on the lectern of Canterbury and in the churches of Belgium and France whose doors have been open for nine centuries or more what is the purpose of your presence are you the courier that streaks between … [Continue reading]

Doors

There are many doors to heaven but beware the door you open does not blind you in the dazzling light and force you to flee into the arms of insanity. … [Continue reading]

The Dancing Turtles

A hundred turtles danced on the tip of a pin no one saw them except him he laughed and carried on until they were convinced he was mad undisturbed he watched a hundred turtles dance on the tip of a pin. … [Continue reading]

The Crow

The crow is brother to the tree and each is aware of the other's presence in a way so alien to the minds of man that if the secret was revealed man would go howling through the woods with the cry of the crow screaming in pursuit tis true tis … [Continue reading]

Crown Of Thorns

I have seen you ascend and felt your force in the wings of the birds in flight. I have seen the unseen hand reach down and carry you to unknown heights. Trust in Him who carries you through the clouds of unknowing. Hear His message in … [Continue reading]

Colorless Epitaph

The shell of the turtle stands empty in sun stretched death adding new lines to its original design. In backward bends the skin lends parchment for a colorless epitaph. … [Continue reading]

Aphorisms by Howard Salzman No 25

The beauty of the empty mind is not the absence of thought but the presence of God. When you speak about another person you speak from your perspective of that person. He who attempts to understand the nature of prayer enters a … [Continue reading]

Aphorisms by Howard Salzman No 24

Peace of mind is a paradox for it is the mind that disrupts our Inner peace. Loneliness and anger are not strangers to each other. Internal dialogue creates a ghost a second person to protect the ego. The moment we verify something we … [Continue reading]

The Burning Eye Of The Sun

In clover gowned fields we played untangling the vines that lay woven in the grass creeping after them we tore their bodies from the ground and tossed them, moist and cool with life on a pyre piled high to die in the burning eye of the sun. … [Continue reading]

Butterfly

A butterfly brushed across my hand ever so gently Then he was gone all that was left was a smile that lingered awhile. … [Continue reading]