Self condemnation, standing at the edge of a lake, he whispers, into the mist, “Take me tomorrow. Let me starve today.” The disease inherent calls forth his injuries; wounds yet healed and forgotten in his heart’s distractions. He sways and shifts: standing in the roar of the Mass Mind, fearing the end of the world. […]
Read More The Disease InherentHere I wait for the future to afford me all the dreams and destiny I call forth. Oh lord, hear my pleas I so long to stop being a sick man To breathe into the loss To keep finding myself lost. Now here I am waiting for your special magic, so that I may not […]
Read More The Sweeter WindsI recently went to a local Buddhist event in which the teacher spoke of how, if you ask ten people if they want peace, nine of the ten would say they desire it. Yet, we live in a world rife with conflict, where many people distrust or are even frightened of one another, in large […]
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Clay The Scribe 