One day a spring another the fall, how changeable our lives!
We are not yet shadows nor an echo made, who boldly stride through each new calamity with hope as our rudder and no need for else.
Let us then, as we must all surmise, describe the truth. We are all on a spiritual journey. A vision quest in the smokehouse made nebulous through circumspection. Reality is consequence. Fantasy is smoke?
Which hurt more words or blows?
Absence or presence?
Fear or Dread?
Do not be so consumed with this present darkness.
Light and shadow dance eternal in an inharmonious balance that is terrifying to behold.
It seems so awful from ythe inside.
But love is risk.
Love is risk.