Archonstone, thoughts and musings.
Lo, in the darkness, with no love, light, support, nor a single shred where the world would acknowledge my existence.
Shrouded by that which could not love, nor pity, nor do what is right. 165 more words
4 hours, 32 minutes ago
Source of the Stream
“And what is the origination of the world?
Dependent on the eye & forms there arises eye-consciousness.
The meeting of the three is contact.
Dependent on the ear & sounds there arises ear-consciousness. 77 more words
4 hours, 49 minutes ago
Tortu has done no wrong
He lays his lute upon the ground and plucks
A melancholic melody with his toes
A lilting air flutes o’er this, as serpentine… 157 more words
10 hours, 59 minutes ago
Dear Rich, I want to immerse myself in the unreality of reality, any suggestions?
Sure dear reader, in fact I was just doing this very thing by watching a bunch of episodes from the Twilight Zone. 268 more words
13 hours, 20 minutes ago
Poesy plus Polemics
know of space
all are passing
in fits and in starts
mark erratic… 78 more words
13 hours, 53 minutes ago
Tim headed for the mescal sellers who inhabited little shops in a long line over by the market and went straight to his favorite stall. 750 more words
15 hours, 1 minute ago
An enigmatic dot.
Sometimes the world feels staged,
Like in a theater
Where we i am the actor
and the onlooker,
The observer who partici… 101 more words
16 hours, 50 minutes ago