spoettory

                         L  O  V  E! L ive for life's purpose   O ver (y)oursel(f)ves for an-other('s);     V erily like this, Apostle John's Master          E ternally lives, so shall (yo)u(s)!                                                                           n.m.

tracing stories   where stories begin? not at birth, not at the discovery of your path carved for you carved by you   beginnings go far far back as time when light was called forth from darkness and land surfaced on the waters, becoming everything else the world conceived and formed in a week plus rest and the telling of the Big Bang billions of years back stories   and (hi)story the genesis of our world, our story set characters make entrances and exits playing roles, neglecting parts your entrance brings you here (and our entrances converge at this time) to play, to create, to be - before you exit   the beginning of your story  like the beginning of your grandparent's, back back back to their forbears' forbears   the beginning of your story!                                         ...

  A  PRELUDE  In brewing with words begins this journey Of refining thoughts harvested from fields Of play and labor - from seasons of seasons - Our sweet company hold to bloom l ike  A living flower of rainy and harmattan days. See with my eyes, and listen, sense it all: My pieces in your pieces - all of me with all of you,  Taste the juice, smell the smoke and flavor - Sour or sweet brew's but the brewer's art. Curse not the course, bless not the bold But behold beyond and beyond behold the  Veiling, venting and vexing and vimming through this voyage!                                       n.m.