There you are, ready. When all else you have deliberately filed away. Made quiet, seems without plan, to arrive to now. All noised dulled, attention paid to turn it, it...
There you are, ready. When all else you have deliberately filed away. Made quiet, seems without plan, to arrive to now. All noised dulled, attention paid to turn it, it...
Be careful of the slippery cobbles. Finding a foot hold that upon which I can stand to advance, most difficult indeed. Such is the Nature of the road. Self indulgence,...
In the moments just before being born. In the mothers’ womb held. The world and everything it in, just beyond it all is. Because in spite of all the vibrations...
Her whole life has led her to this point. All the joy and pain, all the suffering and laughter, all the heartache and tears shed. All these things and so...
The Roads’ nature is its own. It exists, it is, well before you arrived. It will be there as a fabric long after you are gone. For this cloth has...