A Writers Tale

Let me tell you a tale of roots, roots that run deep and spread through the universal soil, roots that spread wide and far, far away from the conditioning of the mind, beyond the mental, to the place where many are blind, to a place where many are afraid to go... spread to the darkness and established deeply throughout and within.... now let me tell you a tale of growth, of an original seeking for light and nutrition, for a yearning desire for life to flourish for leaves to spread open, for buds to open as the spring comes to be, Spread towards the light, blooming so gracefully, filling the skies of the mind, reflecting the rooting within... an outwards stretching of capabilities and a deep trusting in the roots beneath.. You see, in the roots we find our wisdom and in our growth we find our knowledge, and all together we become.... Have you ever noticed, that in nature... all plants, trees, flowers, fruits and veg, must endure both the darkness and the light in so...

Blown Away Like the ocean breeze brushes past my face, My inspiration seems to float away. I stand upon this cliff edge, gazing out at the brilliant turquoise ocean before me, And I gasp at the magnitude of it all, I face the wonder of it all, And yet here I stand, in a state of anxiety… A state of overwhelm at the future of the all in my hands, The gift of entirety, is entirely too much, Or yet it seems it at this moment. I’m listening to the oceans heart beat and the sounds of the tides rolling in, Minute by minute, Hour by hour, I stand frozen by the effects of time and the sounds of every consecutive wave echoes on in my mind for what feels like an eternity, I guess an eternity of being one with the sea can only provide me with the soothing, healing purity of the most sterile and the most awe-inspiring oceans cold, Where the sea creatures which dwell at the depths of such, are beyond our understanding of what conditions are required for ...

Naivety at its finest - One whiskey after the other... And another... Lilith woke that morning feeling a little more than tender... A product of overexertion from the night before. Her and her newly acquainted potential partner had established a beautiful level of rapport! They were up in the night singing and dancing joyously, captured by the moment, imitating the actors projected on the screen of the TV monitor. They laughed and exchanged flirtatious glances frequently... Many glasses of whiskey were drank... One shot then another... Then one thing led to another... As such, Lilith did not wake at her house that morning. No no, surprise surprise! She awoke in his house... And of course in his bed.. Fell on his phallace yet again... This was the second time she had embodie d the role of naivety when it came to her interactions with this gentleman. She was a fool, but at the very least, she enjoyed being swayed by him. She felt mildly shameful, but chose not to regret her action...