The Middle Way… a dialogue

Seeking the answers yet to questions unknown, our Pilgrim sits by the Eternal Flame in Arlington on one cold winter’s night with his friend Elder. And while others are fast asleep from the day’s activities’ this night has only just begun… a night of wonder, inspiration, and enlightenment under the constellation Virgo… JCstocksnap_55cfec7122_opt

Pilgrim: I  feel the silence in this moment, a silence so deep it thunders in my head, I ask of you, my friend where is my mask, my armor with shield and sword held against this cold world? The armor I polished every day complete with accolades to its mesh, the shield which hid me from all the undesirable thoughts and situations, the compassion I could have felt but choose not to, the sword that cut away anything that ruined my view of my world. So was the shield hiding me from the world or from myself? Was my armor there to facilitate my way in the world or detain me from my true path? Continue reading The Middle Way… a dialogue

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Gahmuret and The Lady Herzeloyde… a Poem

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An open door, a quick glance with peripheral eyes
A question’s asked, ‘Is there a fish about?’
Be quiet my wanting heart… but it’s too late, it sees its other
The mind can’t begin to understand what the heart knows. Continue reading Gahmuret and The Lady Herzeloyde… a Poem