Journeying Through Secret Doors, Curving

It Was 1975. I Had Spent The Year At The Boston Museum School Doing Some Very Bizarre Performance Works. The Last One Included Going To The North Magnetic Pole And Spending All Of My Money.

The Web Of Life, Love, Suffering And Death Unites All Beings.

To Bare Our Souls Is All We Ask, To Give All We Have To Life And The Beings Surrounding Us. Here The Nature Spirits Are Intense And We Appreciate Them, Make Offerings To Them - These Nature Spirits Who Call Us Here - Sealing Our Fate With Each Other, Celebrating Our Love.

The Good That Binds Us Is Love, It Comes From Our Soul, It Flows Through Our Center, And Connects Us With Everything.

It Is Very Easy To Take For Granted The Phenomenon That We Are Each Alive, But We Must Try Not To.