a view from the middle of the world.

Hmm.

Work on the major chapter of "Boy" has been preceeding as well as can be expected. I'm now ten pages in and about to break for a few days to begin a private piece that's been nagging at me for several weeks now. Youi'll be seening it in various places when I've finished. That is, if the piece holds up to my microscope.

That being said, I must make a public apology to a few people who've been kind enough to write me recently and I've let hang without answering for sometime now. I'm just super involved with keeping all the loose ends from fraying to badly. So far, so good.

I more than likly won't be saying much for a bit, but before i pop into oblivion for a while, I'd like to leave by saying all my love and friendship to Dr. David and the family. Hang tough my friend.

And a link to a point of view seldom seen here in the big bad wide open west. Think about it.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QhIkCH4sScM&feature=related

Blessings to tou all.

M.Z.

dust on a mirror.

""you may destroy the mosque/tear down the temple"

"break all that can be broken/but dont ever break anyone's heart"

"because the heart is the true House of God"

Surrender.

On this day, one we set aside here in the west to give thanks, I'd like to send these thoughts out to a few people.

My love and profound thanks to, Karen for everything. I mean everything. I doubt I'd be here to write this if not for her. To Mr. and Mrs. J. B. Smith. To B.W.S. To the Gaiman family. To Mr. Dave Sim. To the Murphy family. To the Teves family. To Jennifer. To Mr. and Mrs. David White and "the wee whites." To Mr. Ryan Graff. To Mike from Ben's Service. To the Johnson family. To the great Pileated woodpecker that brightened my morning. To the seeds and trees that lay sleeping, and the river that runs through my yard. To my sister and brother and to all they love. And to the vast blue sky over my head. To Mr. Windsor and Mr. Newton, thanks guys.

And to the Eternal Beloved who sits silently in my heart, waiting for the day when i forget myself.

Oh, you dervishes

May wild birds nest in your hair

and dogs walk laughing at your heels

May the winds bring you the fragrances of roses and

may the sun and the rain reveal themselves both to be

the truth.

All my love,

M.Z.

The smell of new leather.

Well.

Here we all are. You like what I've do to the place? Comfy innit. Look at that upholstery. And the lamps! Tres chic, no?

It's been a labor of love for me, and the insanely talented Mr. Ryan Graff and my longtime webmaster and cleaner-upper of my messes Dr.David White. Frankly, I'm very sincerely over the moon at the changes wrought in what was a perfectly good website into a place that really feels like, well, me. Of course things will continue to morph gently as time rolls on. So expect additions and details to be popping up here and then.

My heartfelt and true thanks to all and sundry for the efforts and assistance in making my insanity manifest. I can only hope you all find it cozy and interesting. To tell you the truth, I'm getting used to it myself.......so many new buttons to Punch and levers to pull. I'm sure to yelling for help fairly soon. But what fun!

Now. A few odds and ends.

I'm back to work on "Fracture of the Universal Boy". By my latest count, only a measly seventy odd pages to go. Ohh, light at the end of the tunnel.

An odd thought. We all long for Heaven but we are obsessed with Hell. I am beginning to think that we are subconsciencely transforming the earth to mirror this obsession. Me, I'm heading out on my own.

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Just discovered the Pakistani rock hero and activist Salman Ahmad and his group Junoon.

This makes me happy.

Ok, I've blathered on enough for this test drive, hopefully, I'll be back with something a bit more interesting fairly soon. Till then my friends.........

Peace and beauty to you and those you love.

M.Z.