|'DANCE WITH LIGHT' From Visual Counterpoint|
My father had every word at his fingertips,
Yet he never wrote down his own thoughts,
His talent lay elsewhere,
He taught others how to harness their energy,
His unselfish gift lives on in the children.
The debt for any gifts I have
Is owed to the generation to follow,
Together with the little I have learned.
|'THERE IS NOTHING UGLY HERE' From Visual Counterpoint|