Under The Bridge
Where waters of gold flow, where hearts fill with thrillsand days fade into Aurelian dreams.
Where waters of gold flow, where hearts fill with thrillsand days fade into Aurelian dreams.
It’s inevitable after the finale.Somehow, we forget this about the end.Our bar with engraved affirmation whittling away,yet our dreams lucidly flow as we lay.See post 22 squares ago for a review of our daily avowal.I offer this enantiomorphic shot that … Continue reading
Getting our rhythm on over here,under the ever present.Flowing with the great fallsburned by the fire of loveyet the underlying current, pulsingsorting things out againsome call it “The Way”I call it rising like a riverI’ll explain more in my dreams.
The thing about angels is we are so distracted we don’t even notice their fluttering wings spawning and weaving our dreams into the breeze sweetly whispering into our ears. If only we untethered ourselves from torpedoing weighted thoughts to float … Continue reading
Nothing like the lighting of the grand rising. This spot receives all the beginnings of the orchestra of light in the a.m. from the radiance of the sun, that amazing star prompting our spirit to thrive and to open our … Continue reading
An Encouraging Start The thing about criticism is you will never be criticized by someone who is doing more than you. For they are too focused on their dreams and know how demanding the journey is. You will only be … Continue reading
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
Well now, someone shattered someone else’s dream. ‘Tis shame.
“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
A monopoly of sorts upon waking, every thought from lucid dreams resounding to outshadow or outshine the rest of the day, depending on what vibrational valve you choose to embrace. Every rhythm, every movement, every gesture seems to take over … Continue reading