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.
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.
Flowers bloom for hours.
Wilting pleasures that melt my heart.
Magick upon their sent.
Embracing life and their final moments.
I will see you next year my friends.
Reality in Contradiction
Fairies are real.
Don’t believe me that is fine. Truth be told I did not believe so myself until one followed me home one day. Just my shadow you say. Just my imagination. Well it could have been… but if it was just my imagination or even my shadow for that matter then why do I feel such joy? Why did I smile as they sat upon my shoulder whispering sweet mischief into my ear? The two of us talking sweet nonsense… Why did the madness of the material world vanish in a haze? Why did the insanity that was my racing thought silenced by their words? Why did we laugh until we were both upon the ground gazing dizzily up upon the rolling the clouds above? Tell me friend I beg you to tell me… Tell me how is it that the flowers came to spring about just upon their arrival? Has your imagination ever made the sky weep? has your shadow ever made the breeze so sweet and soft that it kisses you gently upon your face as time drifts into nothingness? The work of the fay or feverish mind.
Fairies are real, and I won’t let anyone tell me otherwise.