When the world glows in starlight, we watch in wonder and joy; softly the heart hums in splendor to the Creator of all that is

Streams of delight make bold the hearts and souls of those who live with ecstasy singing in delicious encounter with all that is.

Solitude refines the substance of who we are so that the waters are pure, unencumbered and radiantly present to all that is.

Comfort in the far regions is scarce, temperatures cold and wind high yet all tht is is present to us in ecstasy.

We find ourselves in intimate communion with the land, with the sea, with the light, with all that is, with all that is pure, untouched creation.

Fan the flames of life, of towering trees, of endless savannah, of life wild and free, of all that is, of words and hopes, of the world as we see it.

Ancient waters, the unborn and the newly born, creating and creation torn, the world never ceases to amaze, for our cup is filled with all that is.