The stars twinkled bright Peppered across the night sky Moonbeams reflecting off the ripples on the lake Forming dancing shadows in the clearing

Gigan – Luck I want to hold Jupiter, the planet of luck Close, for myself and every earthling. Now is the time to align And bond just as the planets do, Adding luck, to hard work. Some good old luck, always works I’ve found this…

Twisted and knotted, standing tall against the sky, reaching toward the light.   Age paints its signs on the gnarled canvas of branches, time’s silent witness.   Despite years gone by, green leaves bud and bloom each spring, bringing youth again.

Along winding road lost myself to find my way I see better days

Broken/Cycle of Life (Art) It’s all wrecked. We once made beautiful music but we didn’t take care of it. Uncared for things Slowly decay…rot… Come back later. Once revisited they can sometimes be turned into art for a new eye and a new age. Grieve…

Mystery Whitewashed mushrooms like whitewashed sins will not remain hidden under the cover of foliage the clue lies there Hour 14 @varenyas

Its not about them Its about you Do you love what you are doing ? Do you enjoy what you are doing? Do you care about what you are doing ? Do you enjoy about who you have became ? Do you nourish your body…

Forcing it – a universal error in sports and Eastern philosophy. To speak when silence is sufficient, or enough has been said – the work of politicians and entertainers. *shudder* (but also a performative wink) I have identified the problem! A lack of the sublime….

  We gathered around our elders, in a circle It was story time Anancy the Spider and Patou the Owl Jamaican folklore, pit these two against each other Anancy Mr. Bragadocious, had no humility The Owl cannot see in the day Both hosted a party…

Spilled Ink, a lune Writers gathered together Passionately reading their scripted words Into the microphone Poets and authors On the stage Invigorated