God's work is our work to do.
-Ben Stein

It is more imperative to be concerned with your character, rather than your reputation;
for your reputation is what others think you are, while your character is what you really are.
-John R. Wooden, UCLA Coach emeritus


Celebrate the child within, and discover the essence of all that is you.
-a la moi

Experience either teaches patience, or engages its wisdom.
-a la moi

It doesn't take age to share, or wisdom to give, but strength to foster both as tomorrow's and today's greatest couple.
-a la moi

Be ambitious
and purposeful
In finding that one source,
That ultimate vocation,
That brings you peace, happiness and,
most importantly,
love.
-a la moi

Give generously to others
The greatest blessing of all –
Your talents and the
Very essence of all
That entails you.
- a la moi

Those that mind do not matter; those that matter do not mind.


"Death, the ultimate destination"
Dalai Lama

Harrowing at the verge of death’s door
I recognize this scene
I’ve been here before.
Seized from the echoes
Of this world,
Electrical charges jolt me
- singing sweetly another chord.
Understanding, accepting
Of this familiar scene,
Do I conquer my individuality
In search of that ultimate, higher realm
- Ecstasy with limitless bounds.
Cascading outside of my humanly mold
Does my very self unfold.
Mirrored against
the calm night sky,
My spirit now hearkens
In sleep a lullaby.
Blissfully floating
- Not a worry, nor care,
For the peace, the serenity
That is offered here.

What shall this visit make of me?
How will I leave here differently?
For this journey entails
A trip up to
Life unceasing
Within a warm-glossed hue.
Like the sun’s journey
Around the globe,
Does my mind
Go in overload.
Now separated from
This earthly realm,
it now dispassionately views
From its original helm.

This journey’s different for everyone
Though all the same
Once it has begun.
We’re meant to die
But only after
We’ve served the purpose
Our creator asked of us.
We need not fear
Such a natural state,
Touching our humanity
-why we procreate.
Mourners eulogize -
Praises unceasing
Of the departed.
Yet the departed
Has left only
The world we know,
Having now entered
A greater one
We have yet
To realize,
To comprehend -
Or even understand.
Perception deceives
That greater promise
Of unceasing lives
Entwining, reuniting
Constantly –
But not always
Within our immediate grasp.
Seek out those
Whispers on our skin,
Blemishes across our brow,
Smells of loved ones
Preferred gin –
Love, its highest valve.
How can we understand
The mysteries beyond?
This life, our master’s
-that greater God!

I think this time
I am prepared,
To take that journey
Into the stratosphere.
So much unknown
Yet I understand,
That this is necessary
For the heart to expand.
Voices reverberate
And feedback given,
An aide then guides me
To that land I live in.
My altered perception of reality
Again, reinventing, redefining
Another ultimate destiny.
Of the ultimate I expect
And continually anticipate,
No matter what might chart my course
Its affects louder, sharper
than any earth’s quake.
Morale coaches surround me
With consciences so endearing,
But of their judgment I’m unconcerned
- the intent is ne’er interfering.
Rejuvenated am I
To be honored here,
Of constant reinvention
I shall not fear.
For a continual – and consistent
- recycled state,
Is the only thing certain
of all our fates.
This second skin
I’ve felt before,
But in what context
I cannot concur.
What prior travels
Did I once take?
What did I then glean
That I should now reinstate?

Where will my loved ones be
Once I take my flight?
Will someone be there
With compassion and care
To console their every plight?
Only worries of this world
Are the fears now left to me,
The ones to come
I do not pause to consider
-of these, I shall be free.

So death, dear death,
I welcome you
And hold you close at heart,
You bring me peace and finality
From this journey upon we’ll embark.
The ones I love have yet to realize
The glory in all that is you,
Promises to now become fulfilled
After struggles in life have ensued.

Continue to talk with me
After I’ve left
As I’ll never entirely be gone,
My body you’ll not see
My voice may alter
But the essence that’s me
Remains uniquely my own.
Be calm and quiet in all you do,
Fulfill your every dream,
This is the beauty and the struggle
Of everything life means.

Sleeping soundlessly, dreamlessly
Tantalizing visions abound,
Realms of beauty outside of my body
Create a lyrical sound.
What is this peace? Where did it come from?
How on earth did I get here at all?
It was in my departure from it
That I managed to make this port’s call.
What bliss! What joy! What utter fulfillment?
Of what? I’ve yet to discern.
But, oh, the messages I must bring to all I love,
Oh, the wonder of what I’ve learned!
How might I express to a friend
That a visitor has he?
Not of this world but another one
Where all are forever free.
How might I convey
That tomorrow bring
Death and turmoil too?
What preparations am I to make
To seek peace as a prospect to do?
How might I establish that I truly know
How our days shall end?
How might I explain my trip to and back
-how can I appropriately transcend?
What might I give to those
Who do not know
The joy of these states of mind?
How might I show that this indeed
Is an example of how God is kind?
Example, then, is the only key
To which I can unveil,
That consciousness of selves merged wholly together
-the product of the holiest grail.