Loma Linda University - Priorities Yearbook (Loma Linda, CA)

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Images of broken light Which dance before me like a million eyes. The flame rises at the sulfur ' s instigation. The candle flickers only slightly. Upward dances the trail of warmth. It pierces its perceiving clean blaze. The smoke mingles and merges with the fragrance of jasmine. Frankincense, that is, incense to be sincere with. The fire sings the stray tendrils of hair That invade its domain. This pungent ambience permeates my little cubicle; It is my cell, my womb. Four- walls form my outer periphery. A desk, a bureau, a bottom bunk bed, These are my physical parameters. I feel free, I feel comfort, I feel sacred Here in my consecrated receptacle. Jay WiUiams Visual Enlightenment 13

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MY LAMP In this light, everything is different In this sober light, 1 am different Through this curtain of tears, I am here In this simple light, it is still In my head, I am tired In thir light, are ghostly images In this light, are no parasites In this light, my heart is heavy In this light, my soul rests In this light, it is so very quiet In this light, it can be very peaceful In this light, all is right Silent Running Fall 1984 Jay Williams 12 Visions

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In shallow men, the fish of little thoughts cause much commotion. In oceanic minds, the whales of inspiration create hardly a ripple. Rhythm. Fluid rhythm. Rhythm that flows. The water, sister of Fecundity, rises and falls. The salt, the spray cleanses. This brisk alacrity strips my dirty, worn layers away. The body so strong, so deep, It lends itself to sundry protean forms. The turbulence evoked on the surface Is imperceptible beneath. Inward, underneath, Down into the aquatic. Immersed in stability. It is dark. It is immutable. Almost immortal. Neal Stevens