My Spiritual Windows

 A couple of decades ago, a young man was a chef in downtown Kansas City restaurant. My daughter barely out of high school was working for a produce company supplying restaurants. Over connecting via phone, they became fast friends.  One night while at home, Tyler left the house on an unscheduled drive in his pajamas. Was found unconscious along side the road. While hospitalized determined a brain tumor was creating his behavior.  While being treated Tyler tried to leave the hospital, thinking he could meet my daughter, fell from the chair and never recovered. When my daughter heard the news, she called distraught and told me of Tyler. While listening I could see Tyler with a yellow rose to hand to her. Seems they had an affinity between them for the yellow rose I was not aware of until letting her know the offering he had for her. Even in death, his heart still felt a beauty of the yellow rose. Through their encounters she became an unaware catalyst to his heart and soul...

  Speech is the amplification of energetic language of truth, for better or worse. The exchange made audible cannot find correction in omission. The language of love is gag free of deception.   My parents were very religious people, I will never doubt that fact of their being. Though, completely separate in expression. My Father, allowed his energy to speak and proceed his steps and voice.  His demeanor was softer, did not feel a need to explain himself or justify his beliefs, they resided in every action. I always admired his doing so.  My Mother, was the loud Bible banging, need to be the savior religious. Firmly believing all which was needed, would be found in church walls. Though in doing so, how she conducted her voice and actions outside the walls of a church was vastly different. That, I could not respect or admire about her. I choose to be of the moment in expression, declarations and movement of my actions. My choice and not religious though spiritual. The ...

Complete Expanded Edition 2026 • 15 Chapters • Sansara • Song of the Dove • The Great Swan Original Artwork by Deb Hanna • © 2007-2026 L S Myers • All Rights Reserved ““Two lambs were chosen of the flock to assist on the journey. If I was to have taken the entire flock, would that not have shown that love is derived of abundance? Love is a connecting flow like a great river. As the water flows, all that is touched feels the same presence. Such as it is with two lambs, two drops of water becoming a flow into multitudes of hearts. For love has not a start nor end, but a moment when the heart is touched and made to feel connected to our home in the Sun.” Copyright © 2007 LS Myers ISBN-13 978-1-60145-128-6 ISBN-10 1-60145-128-8 All rights reserved. No part of this publication may be reproduced, stored in a retrieval system, or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic, mechanical, recording or otherwise, without the prior written permission of the author. Printed in the United...