Once upon a dream not too long ago, while sailing sleeps silent gate in the vicinity of the Constellation Crux which harbours the Southern Cross, our pilgrim found himself immersed in unmarked writings, wordless readings, and silent teachings, for he now understood that nature was his true teacher, however not so much that he hadn’t abandoned a life of books and study but the true measure of that study, enveloped and afforded him the real test of insight which he called intuition, instinct, a sixth sense. Continue reading “CRUX”
An Unexpected Muse… 