Posted in Consciousness, Esoteric knowledge, Healing, Uncategorized


Fire lights the sky.

Dirt, soft  from burial.

No need to cleanse this new skin.

The eyes, they feel the same, though they are not.

Ever-changing shades, how different the scent.

Courses, taste bitter as usual.

Over consumption bleeds exhaustion,

Frailty and bruises sink, no room in the shallows,

My hangman, the Windsor, is calling.



Image: Alex Grey

Posted in environment, Healing, nature, poetry

Mystical Mountain

The veil hides your face, but your voice echoes through the leaves.  You are my reason, my existence demands your presence. Yet, I cannot join you, as I am not my best self.  I won’t burden your canyon stream with this energy, even if it’s the only way to heal me.


Image: Cheyenne Mountain – Roger Perales