prose

The stars are still out, as I quiet with busy hands arranging......

I silence to the little budda I brought back, its one with a smile....the smile
of unbearable compassion, and it touches.... My eyes catch those of christ, and
the unbearable compassion becomes available in  him, thru him, he did not come
to the righteous , but to the sinners, for in christ all are forgiven,all are
received,  must be not only hear the word but   be the words , for its what
comes from a man that is the man, for what we take in, we excrete...

 we can not know,
gifts
we can not know,

but open to within you, there  is all that you need, how will you access
it...... try something silent, listen...feel for love....try something new