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There was a sage living atop a great mountain,Her temple was crafted by the Earth,With columns of stone,And a canopy of leaves. Many sought the wisdom of the sage,They would climb the cliffs and ledges,Suffering the winds and sun,Until they reached her summit. The temple had no doors,Simply a wide open arch,Beckoning all who pass to enter,And find sanctuary within her halls. As the sage walked forward,Pilgrims would fall to their knees,Some… Read More

Last night, as I slept,I dreamt there was a great wall before me. I hadn’t the strength to climb over,Nor the wings to carry me. I took a seat on the ground,And I looked at the wall. I had spent all my life on this side,It was good, but not everything. My destination,Was everything. As I pictured this everything,Clear in my minds eye, A fissure cleaved down the wall,from pinnacle to base…. Read More

The sea rages around us,Thunder crashes down. Wood splits across the deck,The mast ignites and roars in flame. Deck hands charge from stern to bow,Frenzy to save the Squall’s Embrace. Sails approach over the horizon,Deep in black and glowing. Impossible speed beckons her forward,Hull riddled with holes and scorched beyond repair. Gun ports spring open,A hail of stone and lead. No soul maintains the attacking vessel,Only revenants shrieking for new comrades. Rotting… Read More

Some days I find myself sitting atop a mighty mountain, admiring the sloping valleys and steep, rocky cliffs. I imagine being that regal tree, standing just at the crest of that cliff in the distance. How many animals has it blessed with shade from the midday sun, and how many more call it’s thick bark and abundant branches home? I dream about being that noble peregrine falcon I saw soaring overhead as… Read More

From the singing sands of Western Asia,Across the coasts of California.From the mighty trees of Yoyogi Koen,Across the naves of Florence. The stars change their positions,The Sun intensifies and and softens.Bird sing in accent,Food tells a new story. Years I may wander,Months without language,Weeks with no bed,Nights spent in wonder. Always I’ll hear,The call of the mountains.Forever I’ll feel,The pull of the river. Regardless of time,Distance or day,Our reunion will transcend,I love… Read More