Oh what a trial is the sinful shaft,
The expulsion and eruption of the yang,
And the terrible yin stay...
It’s Springtime, and I am twitterpated!
when our dreams
have all headed
south
when the memories we held tight
against our chest
only remain as tattered
remnants
when...
I became trapped in a pixilated universe—
a virtual reality, I invested in a world
of people I couldn’t see or touch, but
I...
The river that flows is all of things,
It is love, time, it is eternity,
One can’t distinguish between the streams,
In the river of life that we can see,
In every drop our existence entirely,
Not separated by boundaries,
Interconnected to all we can and can’t see,
In the river that flows we are eternity.
Then surge again, sent from the heights across smooth stones, a scattering light to drought scorched banks, down canyon...
eternal souls flow carving their way through rock and debris powerfully the mark of the living left on the stage...