Dare to love yourselfas if you were a rainbowwith gold at both ends.

Un-winged and naked, sorrow surrenders its crown to a throne called grace.

Rainer Maria Rilke greeted and wrestled with the angels of his Duino Elegies in the solitude of a castle surrounded by white cliffs tall trees and the sea. I greeted most of mine in the solitude of a house that still vibrated with the throbs of a singular life that had helped shape many lives and with the ache of attempts to render useful service to that life. The River of Winged Dreams was therefore constructed as a link between dimensions of past and future emotions and intellect and matter and spirit.

Feet sandaled with dreams tread paths of vision leading to wisdom’s sharp peaks.

Even when muddy your wings sparkle bright wonders that heal broken worlds.

At the edge of madness you howl diamonds and pearls.

You are the hybrids of golden worlds and ages splendidly conceived.

Hope drowned in shadowsemerges fiercely splendid––boldly angelic.

Death wins nothing here,gnawing wings that amputate––then spread, lift up, fly.

The whole purpose of the construction of The Bridge of Silver Wings was to provide a path leading to The River of Winged Dreams, or to serve as a resting place until the river’s deeper and truer nature revealed itself.

If it wasn’t for all those silver wings spread out to help you on your journey, you would’a been dead or someplace screamin’ in a nut house a long time ago.