people are addicted to feeding other people un natural states of being, they eat what they are feeding people as if it were truth. and sadly the when you enslave others, you yourself become enslaved as well.

when one engages in building something, and then finishes the project it is finally done, and not a lie but perfect and finished...

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...

when i am in battle. when i am in the heat of the middle of the struggle i hear your voice, and it brings me straight out of it and into another time and place...