Psalm 4 (mine)
from love, reason from reason, action thus is reconciled: be not but love, do not but love even the meanest justice should spill from love not the worst of enemies…
from love, reason from reason, action thus is reconciled: be not but love, do not but love even the meanest justice should spill from love not the worst of enemies…
Art thou fallen? Remember ye the time before time? Or is the cloistered dark in middle earth the escape from any memory?
Let the wind forget their names Let the earth forget their bones Let the moon forget it ever shone in their eyes We, as the artifice the eons have crafted…
I am writing this now because “they” at some point (about maybe a week ago) told me that I had completed all the official work that had been laid out…
Sometimes a pang in the heart as if I’ll never fix things, that all around escapes my fingers and I cannot grasp a single thing. That I have been living…
I don’t remember if there was an exclamation after that little phrase there, above, in the title. Or supposed to be. That’s basically the first thing you write in code…
there was always hope.even when we, bloodied by our broken dreams,even when the echo of failure tried(and failed)to overtake our countenance of light...even so, we were broken yet deeper.somehow, depths…
i came to the beginning of myself and there i saw what awakening must be, the passing of the blankness which disguised itself as night where slipped our mind any…
The angel Metatron was charged with cataloging the Library of Babel. He took a look, climbing out into a 4th spatial dimension to get his bearings. In eternity there were…