“The wild God of the world is sometimes merciful to those that ask mercy, not often to the arrogant.” In his twilight days, man dreams of his death. A lonely figure upon the cliff top gazing out over a black stormy sea under an iron sky. Beneath the stone, the volcanic consciousness pulses. The eyes beyond … More What Does the World Dream?
In dappled groves of ancient, hulking oaks standing god-like among endless oceans of emerald moss, a voice rises up from the black, fragrant earth strewn with forgotten ruins and grim stone shapes hidden beneath mountains of ivy. Thin and airy at first. A mere dream of lurking things at the edge of thought. Suffocating darkness … More Upon the Plains of Adoration
“Without leaving my house, I know the whole universe.”—Daodejing Ice beneath the rushing river like a cloud of smoke held in time. The one who understands the way best of all has never even heard it spoken nor the idea of it ever entered their mind. They flow through the world and the myriad things without thought … More To Roam in the Fields of Infinity