Poetry has always been in my being from earliest memory. Even as a young child, I sought the highest branches to sway with the wind suspended between the immense potential of a star filled heaven and the banal motion of finite earth below. Even then my soul would sing in an unknown language, glorifying the majestic presence connected in every living thing. The first time a written poem inspires this part of me are rhymes read to me by my dearest mother from a book titled Little Drops of Water. I knew then my true calling in this life. Contained in a three volume collection are whispers of poetry listened to and transcribed by the poet through changing passage: reflections of a source representing grander potential than the written word only. I am in humble remembrance that I remain but a messenger in this present. Therefore, I freely share with the reader revelations freely shared to me in course of time. This volume of 101 poems titled First Book of Parables begins a journey into deeper passage, from innocence to death of innocence, and new beginnings resurrected on the other side.