Void of all fear.As sweet as honey.Just as the real thing from the bees.Preserving their essence, nothing entailing them at play.For the spirit formerly conquered and bequeathed upon them a brimming of fortitude.They already are, no need to urge sensibility.We … Continue reading
Merrily, merrily, merrily life is but a dream. This wasn’t your conventional get-together to celebrate another year growing all the more wiser. No, this one not only provided a small-scale horse for every guest of comparable height to ride but … Continue reading
Well now, someone shattered someone else’s dream. ‘Tis shame.
Perhaps we lived with the half-state for too long,unwitting to the practice of unearthing the potency within,unsuspecting of what we pass onand limited in our current dimension to our limitlessness.Yet well on our way to our inexorable path with mother … Continue reading
“My story isn’t pleasant, it’s not sweet and harmonious like the invented stories; it tastes of folly and bewilderment, of madness and dream, like the life of all people who no longer want to lie themselves.” -Hermann Hesse At nightfall, … Continue reading
Don’t Miss Out All this petty worry,fallen understandably into the nadir.Trapped in the fear of feeling something fully.No doubt circumstance of the day,have a lot to say where we are this era.Time not to fret; you are protected.Wake from the … Continue reading
Wouldn’t you agree? Perhaps we are getting there… Sharpened, waking edgesand stirring sleeping ones.Mates connected with entwined roots,if only recollected.Revive the dream with a palm pressed against wet rocks,or on bended knee, graciously, softlyupon the plush moss of a quieted … Continue reading
The passers-by did not take heed Of me, of my frozen stillness. Deep-rooted ideas, they cling onto Intentions pitched into the bottoms of the washed-out bins. Desires to live a celebratory existence stay frozen. Remember the template, Remember there’s another … Continue reading
I’m not exactly sure how these scabs came about, consciously I can’t recall any instant where I felt pain or anything that I may have done differently for these to appear. Heck, I can’t even pinpoint the moment they appeared. … Continue reading
There is a new kind of dreaming and we’re in it.
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