April 26, 2000: I view the unseen hear the unrecorded
I don’t know why I was instructed to build this path but written chapters explain each corner as it’s turned. I’ve created sacred circles to listen to the wind and I’ve met the seven-foot vine that continues to weep onto the forest floor. Maybe this is the Great Mystery’s way of planting new seeds in my dreams. Learn to listen my friend—from what you hear pictures will grow. Play with each until a path is born. Walk it each new sun, to hear the harmony from the birds of prey that shall be waiting without invitation.