520 __ |a When a fire burns into its ashes, only the fragrance of it is still left, together with the images of its passion, biding in smoke, billowing up, and into the away. Events do occur in our physical and emotional worlds, and these are, oftentimes, worthy of memories of them. In the years between spring of 1993 and the closing of 1999, a significant portion of my life burned away within the face of its circumstances-ashes left of physical and emotional properties-so that recording through hundreds of verses and colorful artistic expression were/are here gathered: the ashes with bittersweet, still-fragrant smoke lifting away of left passion. We cannot comfortably live in the past or the future but in the moment itself, composed of the ashes and continuing passion alongside the dreams and visions of tomorrow's largess. We remember and we press forward as we, with gratitude, come to table of the feast of life through moments, often and long.