A Branch From The Lightning Tree

A Branch From The Lightning Tree

The stories say that if we take only the Road of the Village—the ordained track—we risk perpetuating an infantile grandiosity, firmly anchored to the ego but lacking relationship to the soul, the very relationship the Road of the Forest offers. This is a dangerous...
Four Thousand Weeks

Four Thousand Weeks

Rather than taking ownership of our lives, we seek out distractions, or lose ourselves in busyness and the daily grind, so as to try to forget our real predicament. Or we try to avoid the intimidating responsibility of having to decide what to do with our finite time...
Dark

Dark

Darkness is the lie, A lie only a suburb of the soul can see; Whispering, shuddering darkness, Silent and smooth as night. Engulfing darkness, smothering sharp senses, Claiming fresh cerebral sonnets. Sleep, insanity touches you darkly, “Madness? Nae, tis but a...