To deny the existence of the Forces of the Elements, of the Sun, of the Moon, of the Entities that inhabit the World and the In-Between and the Ethers with us would be to deny God, by whatever name you choose. For me, that name is All-That-Is. Enter your email address to subscribe to this blog and receive notifications of new posts by email.

I write what I feel and when that fails me, I paint it. Or play it on my Violin or Piano. I have a lot of spare time.

Sometimes the sky is so pink i need to eat it. I want to pull it down! I will spread it over me. I am crawling into the brilliant lit. The space that strokes me, the secret nothing. Licking its way out of me. Colouring the sky, ambushing my skin, stroking.

Sometimes I wish I knew. I wish I could show you how I feel. But the tears fall inside. What is life but a broken nail? Hidden in the plank its purpose. But age and time and weariness. Have worn down polished silver and.

Groggy-eyed and semi-conscious he pulled his heavy body up in the bed and laid his back against the pillow. His wife saw he was awake and brought him in some coffee and the newspaper. He often found that the celebrity gossip section had the most meat. Middot; Leave a comment.