Coming of Age


 

Born into light
an infant leaves the womb,
discovers beauty,
the harsh pain of living
won't mar the soul
that seeks,
discovers,
loves,
cries,
but the cries fade,
the euphoria of building,
gives shape to the void;
love, art, wisdom, truth,
the gems we wear,
are life.

Rolf A. F.Witzsche

Visit the living art garden 
of the invisible shapes that shape us
in the wide landscape of love

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Are we coming of age?

Can we say to one-another 
I have seen thy face as though I have seen the face of God?

Boundary Zone to Extinction

A step beyond genocide into today's dying world of increasing insanity
 in which nuclear war seem rather 'small.'

(NEW)

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