Once, there lived a boy with no name. Join him on a very special day as he and his dear sister go on an adventure to discover his name, and receive priceless life lessons along the way. This is the unillustrated story of an 8-year-old boy, living in quite a magical world, inside of a single, crystal-clear raindrop that fell 2,000 years ago onto the palm of a 3,000-year-old leaf, in the tree-top of an ancient tree, growing in an ancient land on a planet we call Earth, inside of a wide, wide universe.

Habanero Love is a wildfire sweeping through the heart, clearing the way for the romantic and the Sacred in us to sprout anew. This epic Love poem blazes with passion and unbridled surrender. It is a mythic Love story. A naked declaration. A revelation that the Love we fall into is a current within Divine Love Itself. Our hearts yearn so achingly for a reason: Love is the carriage taking us to the mystic territory that is our Sacred home. Habanero Love is a carriage on fire. Taste these words. They are divine dark chocolate and scorching red pepper. You have never burned like this before....

Father to Son: Ode to Black Boys is a spoken word testimony to the phenomenal journey of African American people. A dying father's inspired and hopeful last conversation with his 17-year-old son serves as the context for this uplifting and powerful narrative. Jaiya John's compassionate voice weaves a rich Kente cloth tapestry of Love, celebration, challenge, and honor. Father to Son, with its rich rhythmic wordplay, flavored with a gumbo recipe for Self-Love in both males and females, frames the journey of African American boys into manhood. Here is a role call for the spirit warrior in us...

Lyric of Silence is a reunion with an old friend: the divine uniqueness we came here to be. Like a bay window in spring, we open, and bright new glory rushes in. Poetry, parable, and inner conversation have all been brought to this union fire, kindling for our illumination flame. A living thing with wings lands on our window, looking in. We look out, wishing we too could fly. All that yearns inside us is saying: You already have wings The curiosity that lands on your window is you Break the glass separating inward from outward seer, hush the worldly voices, and slowly tune to your sacred...