That Extra Yard The end stretches up, Forth, and beyond That familiar playground For all who dare

Nighty dreams amid the hours of th… stories controlled by cerebral rei… not sent adrift on the high seas as dreams do during a night’s slee… sometimes never reaching the port,

Nature dressed in her new nightly… Flaunting about her proud nocturna… Of days gone dark and imaginary wa… Of hidden phantoms and what tomorr… Of flowers resting from reaching f…

The Touching Vibrations from magic sources Traveling along exotic courses Strange but akin to nature’s way The rites of love, as angels play

Revelations Revelations not seen but moving in… Faraway islands meeting at a point Chartered courses finding their wa… Things aren’t so out of reach

Stories alone cry for attention, to bring in someone from out in th… to soften his anxiety and warm his… to fill him up with joy, wonderment, and knowledge,

Culture, that place in the mind, Where beauty and excellence abode, Where God lifts us up to find and… Where we find peace in the lifting… The peace that we didn’t know we h…

I am of worth and so my colleague. I am the planter of so what I nee… He is the supreme of all of life Over me in his kingdom up so high. I sow the seeds with him in mind.

Pleasure, the ecstasy of the sense… the attraction, beauty embodied and reaching out in obedience to the holy commands to humanity and creatures of the l…

The architect of sound With his soft, soothing, rapid han… Reaching out into the mystic air, Transporting music on a sacred jou… A pilgrimage to a sacred pleasure…

Today is a nice day with the sun u… It makes me smile as I look up at the beautiful sky. It makes me very happy and fills me up with its warmth.

Grandma at the renaissance of the age of the telephone, when humans interjected and said, “Number Please,” when telephones were