Our beauty, our innocence, our vitality, lies in the rising of our tides to the gaze of such a moon…

By tdf, May 29, 2016

We get too carried away with the function wrought upon us, we get to frog marching to the beat of a Society engineered by Profit, we watch too much TV, we listen to others more than we listen to ourselves, and then we come across a voice, in the darkness, in the shadows, which makes perfect sense to not our minds, but something more vital, something of our essence…This voice, is somehow of the same source as waterfalls and hurricanes and waves and the howl of a wolf. It speaks to something which flows through us, which is us, which we have found only ever before solely in our dreams where our soul finds wings. Our beauty, our innocence, our vitality, lies in the rising of our tides to the gaze of such a moon…