I prefer the dirt and the darkness Hidden under, hunched Buried in freshly fallen leaves By the pit I'm swallowed up Elder things of...

I just listen to the wind These old and tired branches Calling through the trees A whispering in my bones I call that quiet cold my home...

Patience with ourselves and others is important. You never know what battles people are fighting whether they are in the real world or in...

Sometimes we find ourselves nowhere in particular. Consumed with a kind of empty dread, a numbing feeling of not belonging anywhere and...

So much of our world is manufactured, if not by the political and financial forces around us than by our own minds. We sometimes get lost...

Is this path I'm on the correct one? And to whom am I connected? To what? What forces drive me onward? Are these memories worth holding...