There is freedom in order, but whose order?
Being comes first, along with feeling. How deep can you go?
Once done there’s no going back. The surface never feels quite the same.
Tears of joy only please.
Grief is a solemn teacher.
Experience breeds wisdom.
Owls hoot in the woods.
Poetry is a dying art.
Transformed into etheric vibes.
Why are so many afraid of their own power?
Dreams coordinate our destiny while we appear to be doing nothing.
Dinner conversation reveals the strategy of it all.
Do not stir the flame with no intention of warming by it.