Tap, tap, tap, the pitter patter of the sweet smelling rainfall on the roof. It soothes the caucauphony of humanitys din in my head. My own thoughts at times so opressive. I long for rest from the almost mechancanical drone of human culture. The realm of the unconditional acceptance in proximal representation is where I wish to center myselves. I am finding that difficult at present. Be still Brian. Feel your heart, breathe of what you can envision to be the peace you seek. Blessings be all these learnings. I embrace the mantles of destinys feather. A momentary glimpse . A tendril of hope, And good faith extended through, and through. A self perpetuating combustion of the engine of desire. Love. home, and comfort. SkaldTaz ~
Posted on: Fri, 08 Aug 2014 20:20:32 +0000
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