Grief Was a Quiet Place
I thought grief was a quiet place, now it shouts and sings as spirits soar in acension to be released for eternity, and joy the tears you see are falling…
The Lifestream of Nod
Well after an undulating path in the lifestream of nod and eighty three years in the game it was time to decide upon grim death, well I pondered and after…
Every Second
Every second, every minute, every day from dawn til dusk and the time it takes to pray will you heal whilst in slumber. Did that dream make sense, I bet…
In Grey Haze
Silver knocker in grey haze through damp freezing fog, in and out of focus I go as the hall of initiation is prepared. I draw back have a cup of…
As a Wheel Turn
A hum is constant as a wheel turns in the background, as it sparks upon stony ground. A divine spark all in awe of the magnificent being descending before ascending,…