by Ash | Sep 26, 2008 | The Prophets
I cannot help but see shadows where the light falls. Within the illusion of duality, I find that beauty is incomplete without a flaw to complete its perfection. Would the same be said of our lives; that each tear is a diamond placed upon the crown; that all things... by Ash | Sep 22, 2008 | The Prophets
There is liberation in dementia, a respite from boredom that plagues the witty mind. It is an escape from the mindless chatter of the blind and the faithless; the ignorant and the incapacitated; the hopelessly malicious and the bitterly spiteful. The cackling laughter... by Ash | Sep 20, 2008 | The Prophets
Once I told a friend, who carries so much sorrow in his soul, that we are like poets speaking a dead language; trying in vain to sound coherent to people who could never understand. Once I heard a friend speak of 5 roses; one of each of his loved ones gone from his...
