true love, to the fallen is disgust and torment, and trauma..

if freedom is disappearing, and the evil not caring about doing its dealings in the light, what then? does the fire burn them too? will it leave a barren wasteland for the upright to steward

there was a great and powerful being, He could make himself as big as a mountain and he could fly. he could disapear and re apear in another place and time, and he could do many other feats. He proclaimed loudly," Look at Me, i am the best, noone can do the things i can … Continue reading a tale of two wisemen.. →

the caged bird sings songs. people throw food at monkeys at the zoo. the more we change, the more we stay the same.

the dead parts of me gave life to other things like moss and fairy folk amongst cold streams.. yet i am ALIVE! and even more a home to many others. i peak my head up through the over coat of death in the last throws of winter and proclaim, spring! SPRING time is here!

And can't we? Can't we know the dancer from the dance? for the dance is all its own but the dancer she brings heat she brings her eyes she makes it real. apart from the dance her mind is beautiful and she holds up the entire universe with her movement...