When blue moon walks winter wonderland of ice and frost ... and all seems lost, as crisp underfoot a new fall of snow covers all trace of the way we
should go, don't be downcast.
Look to the stars and the heavens above - they echo eternity, whisper of love - love you can trust.
By flicker of candlelight you have cried in vain, as your wings were singed by the pain of flame. Live a life of verse (harmony), not that of a curse - the two are not the same.
-An Analogy by Lavinda de Rossi

| | I have walked alone seeking answers | I have lived alone chasing dreams |
| | I have tried to prove my worth to worthless judges | I have cried my pain in silent screams |
| | I have sometimes been served a touch a kindness | I have wandered in golden fields of Grace |
| | I have been released by honest laughter | I have touched the Western Wall of the Holy place |
| | I have soared alone above the cloud heads | I have walked the deep dark tunnels of earth |
| | I have dined with mystics and with prophets | I have heard the pain of woman giving birth |
| | I have been sought after as a teacher | I have been refused the laurel wreath |
| | I have heard the thunder blast of sunrise | I have watched the final touch of death |
| | I have played the rules set by the master | Though often I didn’t understand the game |
| | I have worn more masks than I can remember | I have been a face without a name |
| | And which like you I ask the final question | Who on earth am I supposed to be |
| | I always come full circle to the answer, me, only me…always me. -- Leonard Nimoy
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