Many of my cousins are buried in these sands, many of my brothers and sisters are unmarked, here waiting for the freedom to come. Waiting for these lands, and the humans time to be settled in peace…
Category: Dreams
The Cosmic Climate
We are hardly particles on a breath. The deep breath of existence. We are suspended in all of this, and for the few short moments we get to imagine ourselves within it. Why don’t we begin to enjoy this moments reflection?
High Vibrations
“You work all day long and achieve some kind of level of success by nightfall, go to sleep and wake up the next morning with the job still to be done. So you start all over again”- Maya Angelou
