Tape the sound of the moon fading at dawn. Give it to your mother to listen to when she's in sorrow.   -Yoko Ono

Those With a Clear Head Feel Lost

"Life is at the start a chaos in which one is lost. The individual suspects this, but he is frightened at finding himself face to face with this terrible reality, and tries to cover it over with a curtain of fantasy, where everything is clear. It does not worry him that his 'ideas' are not... Continue Reading →

You Are The Light

There is no logic in its nature, so you try to describe it in words. Your feet buried in the sand on the beach, and suddenly the quiet atmosphere turns into a challenge between your light’s gravity and the moon’s, and the waves seem to kneel under your feet, you feel it, so you stand... Continue Reading →

Time and No-Time

Time is endless in thy hands, my lord. There is none to count thy minutes. Days and nights pass and ages bloom and fade like flowers. Thou knowest how to wait. Thy centuries follow each other perfecting a small wildflower. We have no time to lose, and having no time we must scramble for our... Continue Reading →

A Letter to an Exile

I understand... I know what it's like to have a heart that pumps blemished, toxic blood. I know how it feels to hear a hammering sound that is a constant reminder of your ninety nine reasons of misery. I've also inhaled pain, it was concealed inside my veins and often appeared as angry monsters. Those... Continue Reading →

Ripples

The life we lead and the choices we make and the ripples that extend outward, ever outward from where we stand. All we do will float away from us, and we will never know the lives that rise and fall and rise again on the waves we've created.   -Tyler Knott

On the Seashore of Endless Worlds…

"On the seashore of endless worlds children meet.   The infinite sky is motionless overhead and the restless water is boisterous. On the seashore of endless worlds the children meet with shouts and dances.   They build their houses with sand, and they play with empty shells. With withered leaves they weave their boats and... Continue Reading →

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