The cosmos is always expanding and we are its children of
sparks and riddles.
Expansion is our natural state of being.
In this expansion we find that we have room for everything.
We have space for the many moons of emotion...
It is said that cartographers call the blank spaces on a map “sleeping beauties.”
Fair maidens lying along the land, their virginity just waiting to be captured and plundered, I am reminded of how we are all trained to think in this...
Spirals have drawn me in since childhood. Not really understanding anything of their symbolism, they would appear as dreamy doodles on the outskirts of my journals and later in the interlocking tattoo along my lower back. Over time I came to...
“There is something alive in a feather. The power of it is perhaps in its dream of sky, currents of air, and the silence of its creation. It knows the insides of clouds. It carries our needs and desires, the stories of our...
Yesterday I listened to the ocean as never before. Thousands of wild horses in one continuous stampede, hypnotizing me with their thunder, penetrating my every crack and hollow until I too became an unending rush of hooves and saltwater. And I...
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