Reblogged from Ken at rivrvlogr: the journey a gift of love, life, and Mother Nature to write of hope of survival, like a flame to have mattered is a joy to become a better vessel letting go of i...
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He had kept his secrets. He had thought he was safe… He was doing so well. Doing alright anyway. Now, he was not so sure. It was all gone. He has nothing… is nothing. Nowhere to go… nowhere...
Look not to find magic and miracles Performed as conjurers’ illusions Pandering to credulity Deep-veiled in allegory Surpassing logic’s reach Alchemy’s true gift Already yours Lead to gold ...
Without the hand of Man the sun will rise And set in splendour with the dying day; The soul of beauty does not need our eyes. Man’s fate was never written in the skies Though in its blue reflec...
“Just how old are you?” Although youth has long died, “As young as the moment,” My body replied. “If I want to play out In the sun, or climb trees, Run laughing through dewdrops, …I�...