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I found myself walking through a dense jungle teeming with life. I only ever caught glimpses of movement through my peripherals. By the time I looked, it was still. But the sounds encompassing me assured life was everywhere. I continued walking; I didn’t know how long I had been walking, or where I was going. I just kept walking. At first there was fear. Where am I. Why am I here. Where… Read More

Not every bridge can stand reinforced like the golden gates.Some are small and rusted, with no chance for updates. But when you stand hungry at one end, seeing bounty on the other.You would never ask for another. Talk to the neighbor, call an old friend.Build a new bridge to nurture and tend.

Make your offering unto me,No fish, cigars, or gold. Give me you heart,Your body and mind. Shield my domain,From those who would take it. Defend my denizen,As they are you. Serve me with your life,And receive wealth incorporeal.

She was never the most clever, the fastest, brightest, or funniest. She read slowly; she learned slowly. Her jokes fell short and she stumbled in her speech. But her religion was love; her philosophy was compassion. Her thoughts gave her strength, her actions gave her power. Power to choose happiness, and spread it to the world.

Walking in the dark Drip Watching the stars Drop Telling stories into the fire Drop Experiencing the sunrise Drip Singing with the birds Drop Walking in the light Drop Family Drop Friends Drip Timeless

Travel West, Until you’ve found, Mountains in the sky, And horizon unbound. Where life rests by day, And wanders in night, A land unowned, Known no king or rite. Be cleansed in the river, That has no end, Just await the falcon, In the river’s bend.

It was the night that changed her. During the day, she was like anyone else, a cog in a machine, unthinking, unfeeling. Those were traits long forgotten, now deemed too dangerous. It was our own fault, we brought war to this world, and now we have forced stagnation upon ourselves. Work how we’re told, eat what we’re told, sleep when we’re told; but not her. Every day she takes a bit of… Read More

Deep in the woods he build his castle. To shield him from the storms, and separate him from the beasts. He built tall towers that never quite made it over the highest trees; the windows never fully sealed against the immortal winds. The man left the privacy of his walls only to hunt, some days for food, others for boredom. He never felt bored before he built his sanctuary, but he was… Read More

There’s something magical about the few moments before the sun begins it’s arc through the sky. When the earth around you remains black as night, but the horizon begins to glow. The sun marches on preceded by it’s retinue of lights, telling tales of yesterday, and destines of tomorrow.

The Earth is more then a massive stone soaring through space, she is a living system that nourishes and protects us all. This has never been more apparent for me then when watching a nearly 500 meter cliff face slowly breathe in the morning light, then exhaling a torrent of flame that runs down the length of the cliff. After an hour of hiking in the dark, it was vibrant, dazzling, and… Read More