Before the Aeons, Celestial weavers, the threads are woven.

Through the portals, inspirations aplenty, gravitating to what calls forth from within.

Here's to continuous growth, in blooming anew. Be harmonious as sweet karma passes through, helping in thy own evolutionary path in lessons.

Late nite thoughts

Upon the pages, through the Vortex, we flow.

Nightly thoughts before bed.

Break me? Nay, activate thee Mon Ami, Merci, Grazie, aplenty for thee.  Blame me? Turn me in? Throw away the key?  Not in this timeline...

Acceptance…. That’s what we all want in the end. Some want money, some fame, some that elusive thing called love. I’m still trying to...

It's late... Sitting here in the dark, looking down the dark street below, with lone street lights, shining in solitude. The holidays are...

Why so Noisy? Shush, Shush, Quiet your mind, listen to that inner little voice within. Like a child, they want to be, heard and listened...