The Natural Bridge

Many take shelter from feeling too much within
Some will tell you it’s a mortal sin
To fly so high and steep so low
Just as Perceval in tales of old 
But to know when all else fails
When all is lost down the streets of desire
And the blind eye of regret is all that one feels
You will soon come to a realization that the truest feeling is within the heart
That light and love are born of a sacred vow
And the only real freedom there is, inhabits this very moment
The only thing they can take away from you is the gift of solitude, to fear it, to be deprived of the comfort of one’s own company
And to subsequently demolish the natural bridge to the universe…

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Arianrhod

We began our romance deep within the confines of a world we conjured from the depths of our harmonious souls; a land of green pastures, thick forest; days of bright sunlight; afternoons of gentle rains and at nightfall, a celestial array whose radiance was only diminished by the luminosity emanating from my beloved. Call it Eden, Shangri-La, or Valhalla; we were its only inhabitants and the sole owners of all we felt for each other. The moat around our paradise was deep with swift currents, the bridge drawn and tied up, and no one dared to trespass who might take it away, for we were otherworldly and human prowess ceased to have any power here.

The Natural Bridge to the Universe

Many take shelter from feeling too much within
Some will tell you it’s a mortal sin
But to know when all else fails
When all is lost down the streets of desire
The truest feeling is within the heart
That’s the only real freedom there is
The only thing they can’t take away from you
Thus to fear the gift of solitude
Is to be deprived of the comfort of one’s own company
And to subsequently demolish the natural bridge to the universe.                                  -JC

Blessed Be (Run-On)

“I was seeing in a sacred manner”        -Black Elk

One day with an attitude of indifference I decided to go for a walk as an ominous and hauntingly beautiful sky was turning a deeper shade of purple through the autumnal trees brushed by a northerly wind as leaves danced in mid-air; the kind of day where everyone thinks if