“The butterfly counts not months but moments, and has time enough.”
– Rabindranath Tagore
Age Has Not Made Me Wise
The more I’ve grown in years, the more aware my stupidities are. Let not such words fool thee as an act of humility. I’ve grown weaker and solidified in my twisted ways. Unable to change. Pathetic. I’ve turned cries of sorrow into laughter. Pain into pleasure. Corruption into perfection. I’ve turned a blind eye to…
Letter from the Vanquished
My heart is weary and the mind stained with fears.Everlasting that old and new souls clash on the Field of Tears. All are crushed beneath the hooves of time.Regardless the strength in virtue, nor the extent of inquity,not one will survive this mighty charge before the eye. Thou art foolish.Absurd.Arrogant.To believe thine earthly image will…
Songs of Reflection: Sacrarium
Golden Rays touch the height of pines and the lowest tidesSpreading beyond the Sanctum of where I wish to dwellWherefore I may be comforted and purifiedHow delightful is your Profession, O’ LordHow bountiful is thy MercyHow great is thy MajestyFor as the birds observe thine Glory most infinite For which You reside among the trees and…
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