The invisible world where poetry and prose express and image reflect the wisdom to be harvested, of the gifts undetected and unopened . . . Hello to this world where life and living began and begins again and again and a again, how wonderful. This land where paradox and metaphor are kings and queens, and archetypes dance the dance of knowledge. Where images become fables and fairytales that spread themselves in lovely patterns, creating the labyrinthian template that unbeknownst to us we traverse each day in our own unique fashion be it on a mountain, sea, desert, under city lights or starlit countryside. We swim in wealth and jewels and dream our narrative.