An Apple for my Teacher
Covered in the thorns of disease of your own mind, even when the richest of rose petals where placed at your feet, their perfume wrapped its luxury around your heart. You felt my… Continue reading
Covered in the thorns of disease of your own mind, even when the richest of rose petals where placed at your feet, their perfume wrapped its luxury around your heart. You felt my… Continue reading
There is no moonlight yet, as the lunar light has not emerged over the distant hills, it’s nearing 8.00pm and all is dark moist and still here. I reflect on my day, and… Continue reading
Glistening webs suspended at thigh height by the weeds of paspalum swaying with the morning’s gentleness. illuminated by the mist and the droplets left by the vital principal of air, there you sit… Continue reading
When you live in a place where there are no streetlights, the length of the sunsets, and the rays of the moonrise are lights that dance on every fibre of your being, Nature… Continue reading
Working with the ancestors requires and appreciation of paradox, all potential and nothing exists simultaneously for as the old Witch saying goes. “Truth is most oft found twixt the horns.”