I hide here behind a genuine misbelief that I am special, I am different I and only I
While in repose, still and silent, it is not nothing that I hear. Subtle whispers
I gaze down now upon the cracked and battered shell of the fearsome fiery dragon that once held me in her sway. It’s remarkable just how frail
Late at night; another helter-skelter day, having flown off unexpectedly into alien domains of disarray. So many urgent moments
Beloved goddess, sweet holy mother of us all, you who beckon me throughout these hectic days
I read such woeful words penned by a fallen brother; his message cut me deeply. He prayed to all that’s holy that he might cry again.
It’s only you that I can trust to hear these words as true. Those I know seem blinded by some notion or another about me. You are my closest confidant
I’m not angry with you. I am hurting, and as usual, I don’t know why. I don’t know why I cry
I came to bless you with the mystery, and shine my light on you. I did not know you could not risk the light,
For those who only know oasis it must be difficult to fathom another way of life beyond the wal… amidst the shifting dunes. Those that follow gypsy trails
Time wears away at me, like water on a stone, oh, so slowly, but inevitably, drop by drop,
What is this code that we agree up… but dare not ever speak in words ? That mysterious unspoken-ness looming where we choose to gather. It’s sure we must be seen to know
Your unexpected words of kindness fell upon this desert dweller’s arid heart
I come to the village well today, though without a need to drink. My worldly thirst now quenched, with home and hearth supplied. I am here to fill a deeper vessel
I met a man who told me that he’s looking for the way he might become more free, less encumbered in his life. Poor me, poor me, poor me;
