For a moment I dozed off while my eyes focused on the finer details of the chair that rested in front of me. The background quickly blurred and the great mass of colourful scenery fused and mixed together to form something unappealing and formless. The fast pace of the train suddenly felt like time froze or at least slowed down as the blue, green, brown and dark mass was swirling in the periphery of my sight. It was however only an illusion, a deception of my senses.
Part of my life cast in a Japanese tanka.
A Haiku – albeit riddled with a tidbit of philosophy.
“CRAZY?!”
An ode written for Fyr, bearer of the title of the Dark Prince of the Void and Night, whose realm lies among the Great Fir Woods, inhabited by his worshippers the deerfolk and various forest-fays.
With silence they arrived,
then a knock on the gates…
Pounding! We rise to feet!
There-there, howling rises.
They knock, they knock…
We are sitting in silence.
The wolves at the gates.
They have arrived at last!
Fear the snake and be careful of the shedding lies!
Short story of the thief of hearts.
Meditation is a key or a path to the inner self. To reach the inner sanctum of a human being born through losses.
Steering the wheel by yourself — being the master of your own fate — is the hardest of challenges.