bard

He is wonderful and reminds me of the 'grey one' who became ' Mithrandir the White"...
he is a light in the darkness.
Thanks for standing up for us all Bard....
signed:
Just a humble soul in N Y

i love this man! he is so wise and warm and loving and FUNNY! i give thanks for you, bard! in fact i think i will make this my testimonial for you. you are a green faerie man perched on a branch in the woods, just out of sight, giggling.........

My dear friend,

I am so honored.

You stand by me regardless of my ever changing states of flux.

To paraphrase Delenn from Babylon 5.

"You stand with me, between the candle and the star."

"You are grey."

As am I.

You have been on this journey a bit longer then I, and I gladly take your hand.

Walk with me a while.

"Then was not non-existence nor existence: there was no realm of air, no sky beyond it. What covered in, and where? and what gave shelter? Was water there, unfathomed depth of water? Death was not then, nor was there aught immortal: no sign was there, the day's and night's divider. That One Thing, breathless, breathed by its own nature: apart from it was nothing whatsoever. Darkness there was at first concealed in darkness this. All was indiscriminated chaos. All that existed then was void and form less: by the great power of Warmth was born that Unit. Thereafter rose Desire in the beginning, Desire, the primal seed and germ of Spirit. Sages who searched with their heart's thought discovered the existent's kinship in the non-existent. Transversely was their severing line extended: what was above it then, and what below it? There were begetters, there were mighty forces, free action here and energy up yonder. Who verily knows and who can here declare it, whence it was born and whence comes this creation? The devas are later than this world's production. Who knows then whence it first came into being? He, the first origin of this creation, whether he formed it all or did not form it, Whose eye controls this world in highest heaven, he verily knows it, or perhaps he knows not" - (Rig Veda 10.129.1-7)

I am truly blessed my friend.

Peace

Namaste'

John Byron Duncan-Jenkins II

One should sing a song about this mighty mage...

With wonderful words to make a stand
So mighty and strong for the size of his heart
A powerful wand baring in his hand
so little the distance we are apart

So sweet and lovely like all eyes perceive
his poems and songs are truthful art
All fears and doubts call for releave
No wonder to see that true love is smart

All question desolve between here and now
all doors are wide open to welcome you
before a miraciulous beeing I take my bow
welcome my friend cause my eyes see through

He has true An-da-shealladh and his Anam shines brightly with forest magick...