Dreamscape: All Things Change, So Why Shouldn’t I? {Poetry}
In my mind, things are different -- I think that is always the case.
I don’t care about drama,
I care about
the trees, yet that is somewhat dramatic.
Browsing Tag:
dirty
I Want to Live, and Run with All the Wild Horses of Our Tribe.
Tonight we will run with the wild horses of our tribe streaking across the twilight sky, calling out our names and demanding the night to release us.
Do Not Presume to Know Me.
Rationality is the opium of the people. Thank you for teaching me this lesson. More and more, I know how to stay true to myself.
Depression Is a Dirty Little Devil.
I have a beautiful friend. He has dedicated his life to working in developing nations. He goes to all those places that we read about in the news while we are safely snuggled up on our sofas. He gets evacuated from war zones, forced to leave behind locals with whom he has forged deep bonds. He ...
Wearying Play Of Inner Politic And Party. {poetry}
Swearing samadhi and resting in the still presence
I resolved to know nothing
and attempted to be content
Get Dirty: Lessons from the Wildest of Souls.
Find that cliff, stand on it and then fall harder than you ever have. Run to something with wild fear, with fierce love. Run to yourself. Stomp your hooves on the trail, and say No to anything that attempts to bridle your life force fever. Honor your herd for their desperate, steely support and ...