45 year old male, currently haunting the Pacific Northwest. Here I
create My sanctuary, My retreat. My place to dream. My place to
yearn. My place to feed the fire and have it burn, burn, burn. A
dreamer, not content with merely dreaming. Not poet, but a rambler …
and baby, can I ramble. My credo, best expressed by Henry Miller …
Life moves on, whether we act as cowards or heroes. Life has no other
discipline to impose, if we would but realize it, than to accept life
unquestioningly. Everything we shut our eyes to, everything we run
away from, everything we deny, denigrate or despise, serves to defeat
us in the end. What seems nasty, painful, evil, can become a source of
beauty, joy and strength, if faced with an open mind. Every moment is
a golden one for him who has the vision to recognize it as such.
Rambling poetic (of sorts) #libertinerambling What am I listening to?
#libertinelistening
