Pandemic Poetry
Poem by Phoenix the Elder – I remember three months ago, when everything was life as usual. A friend would visit or I would hug my family or I would wonder how I would pay my rent. I lived each day not knowing what tomorrow would bring (for so many years). That tomorrow has finally […]
Nightly Whispers of the Winter’s Soul
It so easy to teach and determine the realms of ghosts, of the night and of souls, when we ourselves have not touched any depth of our own ghosts, our own souls and our night, that travels those eternal shores. I arrived at the waves between illusion and reality, between light and dark and the dark side of the light where I […]
The Guest House
This being human is a guest house. Every morning a new arrival. A joy, a depression, a meanness, some momentary awareness comes as an unexpected visitor. Welcome and entertain them all even if they are a crowd of sorrows, who violently sweep your house empty of its furniture, still, treat each guest honorably. He may […]
Dream teacher of the soul cloud
The last one anyone believes, is the eldest soul who can never be conceived. Seekers of the small inner voice, will find a breath of memory, much like the ocean of forgetfulness who finds sleep instead of dreams. When we first met, you were all smiles at the great Dawn, feeling as if you had […]
Eseme’s Dreaming – The Borderlands of the Kozmetikai
My sisters barely remember their dreams at night, whispered the old dreamer. We have replaced them with hypocritical swords and words, which crippled the ancient storms of nature’s magic. Never can we permanently stop the invisibility of such flight, we just don’t remember what is important to our soul anymore. Long ago, the forest tragically […]