Confession
She, my Belovèd, is a wondrous day;
And I, who love Her, I am life and death
And storm and lightning, and my word is wine;
The world lies in my blood and in my breath.O thou who seekest me, do never ask
- Frithjof Shuon
Which is my homeland, nor what is my name;
The Universe is made of Light and Love,
And from this Light and from this Love I came.
War is an ugly thing, but not the ugliest of things.
February 13, 2012,