Winter smoke.Silent forest.Nearing nightfall. Chaos present.Walls increasing.Too much. Trapped here.Concrete, glass.Nightfall settling. Clearing mind.Opening mind.Letting go. Eyes closed.Energy arriving.Roots growing. Eyes opened.Path opened.Returning home.
The blood-red sky of time before the sun rises intermingled with black clouds, the air is cold and still. I stand in a circle around the perimeter waiting for the moment told through ages, through dreams and the instinct telling me this is the place, this is where I need to be. Many years passed […]
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Regardless of what the trail is made of, it connects us to the earth, guides us through the forest, allows us to be within.