Whatever Your Relationship Is To Your Sacred

Death Is No Enemy, But The Foundation Of Gratitude, Sympathy, And Art. Of All Life's Pleasures, Only Love Owes No Debt To Death.

One Of My Favorite Poets, Neruda, Writes Close To The Bone. Though I Know Only A Little Spanish, I Like To Compare The Spanish And English Lines And See How The Translator Worked.

Of All Life's Pleasures, Only Love Owes No Debt To Death.

They Sang The Words In Unison, Yet Somehow Created A Web Of Sounds With Their Voices. It Was Like Hearing A Piece Of Fabric Woven With All The Colors Of A Rainbow. I Did Not Know That Such Beauty Could Be Formed By The Human Mouth. I Had Never Heard Harmony Before.

The Sabbath Is A Weekly Cathedral Raised Up In My Dining Room, In My Family, In My Heart.