The pain of your death is as real as the vision of your creation. Fire beneath your feet, flames great and absorbing yet of embrace... Your creation I saw Your creation I was with.... A God Yet I already was. The curse of the Piscean moon, always knowing, always been there.... Never believed. The observant of creation itself, a witness of the divine, yet always judged and feared. For being the witness. For being on "scene" before you. It is ... a divine culmination. Culmina

Let the inner seed of creative manifestation start to live you, start to experience you. Let consciousness see you, feel you. Dance with...

We are microcosm in macrocosm. We are macrocosm in microcosm. Rivers of blood float through us like iron worms in the deep. Our tube of...

In sentimentality I live. In the mourning of life I reside. I do not walk away from the deep rivers of loneliness. Instead I embrace it....