And what is perfect? But a man-made concept, when it's the skies that dictate me.
Does no one else want to listen to the trees? The stories they tell and the secrets they hold? The wisdom of magic is firmly rooted, while their guidance is from the stars. What do they know that I don’t? They live in truth without the burden of tomorrow, yet show their leaves when storms […]
A wayfarer’s nudge is incessant.Every need is soothed by a path that is mostly unknown.The road is their sanctuary, unneeding of answers.Perhaps proverbial, there is a calling they must meet.With feet as their guide, they set on the trail to bite into the adventure.Is a destination necessary when action is made, to answer innate freedom?The […]
Why does the eath turnAnd bees sting?Why do the seas sighAnd humans sing? There is no reason in perfectionor imperfection in its reason. We come and goAmongst the tidesAs stories toldWe are what lies.
For new and old, or once came and gonea place that knows no boundaries.Although a floating land they saygrounded in its stories. Will you let your footprints taintof what has always been?And where do you stand when Winter comesthe air of solitude. Its people will stay and playhonouring its lasting span.Do you thank the snapshot […]
Flow through the hazeFlow through with easeThe sun risesAnd so, the moonThe fog will fallBecoming dewTo feed faunaBelow.
Sometimes,For writer’s sakeI am not what I mean.When you awakeAnd I am meWill you and I forsake?
And me, my ownMy soul’s embraceTo walk through fireAt my own paceTo see the birthUpon my faceWould help me standIn time and place.
I speak in riddlesFor folklore’s taleOf riches beyondOur human scaleBut what we knowIs just a dropAs I swim in its pale.
Perspective.
Everyone has it and everyone can…
