What is it that we ask ourselves? What sorts of questions? Do you ever question yourself? By you, do you even get mentioned? Do you sit in wonder?

I can feel her though she’s gone As I look up out of the window fr… At soaring clouds, Floating away so, never ever to be… Though I know how it is I feel,

It was in Mary’s Holy Mountains,… I drank from the blessed cup and h… He lifted me up above the illusion… He put his hand onto my forehead a… …and I cried…

I sat and gazed upon a blank canva… Until suddenly, I began painting… I’ve often thought to cast my thou… Before they dissipate from my mind… Some ideas come to resolution, yet…

its gotta be more than hearing it I can hear it in the next room bath me in the sounds let me slip into what you’ve found again down this familiar track

A churning of unstoppable events o… The tides that flow within and wit… And within and without everything… ...are growing shallow. Still, a slither of shadows agains…

Do you hear the severed echoes of… Calling from the cracks beneath yo… How far back a glance is it that’s… Tell me what it is that you can re… Is it cast as runic lore, or tales…

In a moment everything you know wi… All of it shall vanish without a t… Nothing can stop it, no matter how… For it is inevitable... You’re li… So wake up and snap out of your mi…

One. Time is relative, so is perception… Regression is state of mind, a sto… The story is the ego, the ego is n… Yet, projection is the air… the ox…

He discovered something on a plain… Long after his brain was grown onl… A world he’d turned blank with sim… Now ready and fresh to link up cas… It was here that he’d dared himsel…

I heard it on the wind Her call Gently persistent Spoken until tears were forced to… ‘Don’t catch them’ I herd

Deep down I let go of the Idea of… Stepping back from the voice I fi… I am the self, a partnership of se… I am older than the testament and… I am a spiritual healer, I am a w…

What is and has for me May not be so or for you What is and will for me May not be true for or you Or maybe just maybe it may

It’s ok to fake it until you make… Trust me. Like the light from distant stars, I am weary from the travel, Ever so long and ever so far.

Fiery mountain horizons waiting to… Glowing clouds twisting from the v… Fleeting warmth escaping my body u… Allowing the forest trees their mo… A landscape changing, ever turning…