River of Cosmos
Colors bloom before the eyes, eroded by time.
Fabricated memories of illusion paint pictures of beauty.
Drifting down the rivers of the past.
Painted silhouettes of vibration of auras.
Bloom forth imagination where once there was vacancy.
Spirals of cosmic mystery unravel thought.
These are some of my favorite pictures taken from my files in remembrance of 2018.
A breath of fresh air…
Take in the moment.
Ignore the eyes.
The stair of the crowd.
For the heartless mother fuckers who stand before you.
Still they stare.
Their eyes forever burning into your soul.
You can feel their anticipation building.
The tension thickens with every breath you take.
You close your eyes.
The moment is yours.
Eyes still burning.
They wait, anticipating your next move.
The moment is still yours.
It is the one you trained for.
The moment you have waited your entire life to embrace.
Your hands are trembling, yet your voice is steady…
Take a deep breath.
Embrace your moment.
Hidden for so long…
Suppressed by society.
Bound no longer by its chains.
You are free to speak your mind.
Words flow freely.
They watch in silence…
But you will be silenced no longer.
Free from your cage you are centered on stage, raged…
Still they stair yet you no longer care.
You have found your voice.
Your moment lives forever on.
The fear continues.
Your heart pounding.
Palms still sweating.
Your voice carries on…
The crowd begins to cheer.
Your hatred has turned to joy.
The moment is yours.
Exhaling you deeply breathe…
For you have found your voice.
The voice of the people.
The many, the few, the one.
A voice to call your own.
-Soren J. Johnsen
Once upon a time I …
I fell down the rabbit hole.
Tumbling into the abyss of the wandering mind.
Reality torn at the seams resewed, and then torn apart again and again.
Provoked by inspiration, I was left to dwell in thought.
Reshaping the mind, transforming perception.
Pausing to take in the moment.
Clarity came from within…
Light peaked from above.
No longer crawling I walk freely.
No longer fearing the world for I have faced my fear.
Insanity now transmuted, grounded into order.
Eyes open, the world holds new perspective.
Emerging from the depths of the rabbit hole, empowered and whole.
Happy New Year!
Time to reflect on my goals for this beautiful 2019! What better way to do so then with a nature walk.
I find the vines and ivy hanging off of these trees to be the definition of magick.
Below is a picture of a wasp nest in the dormant stage!
I had so much fun taking these pictures! This beautiful trail is riddled with artwork which somehow adds to its distinctiveness.