"The Empress turns to face towards the sky Christened like a stone polished beyond imagination Still her shadow falls behind her, drying in the colour of the sacred sun She looks to the moon in vain Contemplating quietly its scars Never asking questions or searching for answers Simply speaking the language of Gods For she knows tomorrows rain will wash away the burns of a thousand sacred suns"
Art of Death
"...to bring peace and compassion in an uncompromising desert of greed and corruption; where the privileged prevail and the “rich” are those who are bankrupt in the eyes of society Who strive for the pleasant and bring the good down to their knees For momentary pleasure will have a soul fall short from the walnut tree How do we find the balance between the momentary pleasures in Life and that which is possibly good? For both sides of the coin have possibilities for human potential and destruction"
"To swim amongst the tides of existence is like the golden dew about to drop from the edge of a single blade of grass Enjoying the rays of the haunting stars that have expired long before birth What is it to taste death and meet with your soul? And to what is our purpose in the one relation to this universe? Dissolve in your posture until you become the very essence of breath itself Grace is your birthright Like a moth drawn to a flame And only to that shall we be consumed An ode to those who have seen the darkness"
Register up keep upto date with creative and inspiring news including offers, events, workshops and retreats