Archive | January 2015

Boondocks… oh mine boondocks…

Give me a place to hang my hat, candle and small desk to write upon…

Give me wine to wet my throat, so dry from this land…

Give me bread and cheese to fill my belly.

Give me peace from the road I walk, the path too long…

Give me a tree to stare at from my windowsill.

Give me a breeze, so sweet, so fresh… until come dawn…

Give me a hand to hold and eyes to loose oneself within.

Give me a place in my heart to rest and a gentleness of mind…

Thus to create…
Thus to find…

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Will-o’-the-wisp

~ Will-o’-the-wisp ~

Where she stood seemed strange, even unnatural, as if the wind blew from directions that never before had passed her by. Yet there she stood all the same, upon a peak surrounded by valleys that tumbled and wove like a loom being strung, complex and fascinating.

The air was rich with flavours that promised new and exciting experiences, could she follow them into this unabridged land, could she dare to go where she had never before been? A question for which only she held the answer… And without stepping forward forever she would stand there, wondering just what lay ahead, risk and all. And so… to stay still seemed just as impossible as moving forward did…

If you ask the sea to stop moving can it? It would go against nature, against the natural laws, so too must we move or forever be trapped within our minds, constantly wondering, what if… The forever, daunting “what if”.

Is it our own mistrust in ourselves that keeps us here? Are we forever following a will-o’-the-wisp, hoping to catch it, to hold it and know for certain that our steps are not faulty? Is it all just an illusion, are we the masters?

Or simply just the slaves…

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