Tread light, on the subjects that retain Darkness

Lest you find your company few.

To be forced to reduce the beauty and scope of discourse to the flights and fancies of traditionally entertaining devices is sometimes the cruelest form of sadomasochism encouraged by the feeling of loneliness. This desire to connect with others, challenging to disconnect with the very things that bring joy to the self. This can be frustrating and painful.

Painful to the parties suffering the onslaught of obscure words and concepts.
Also to the operator who's reality these terms and abstractions wish to convey...rather than escape.
Lament not, Dear Friend, for the empathy is perennial.

...and the internal remains as infinite as the cosm.

The words and sentiments of many Ghosts will find their ways into your receptive embrace, only if you release the compulsion to promulgate. Retain the Silence of the Sphynx and let Binah shine light on the maternal drives to provide rather than cast out.

The Tower

The Fox and Artemis

A new dawn with a new heart
Sacred movement carrying wind
pouring through the path of least resistance
according to the Law of motion

Secrets and love
reflection of that trance like gaze
off into the fog
where the drums will lead me back

Held gently and kissed
folded into delicate shapes
slipped into the warm pocket of your life

Intense motherfucker is right

the passion and vibration
keeps calling me back
settling over with dust
covering my tracks.

The scatalogical carrion drops the synch

Shulgin, Thank You for everything you have left. Hope you took some with you. Have been finding you everywhere lately. Glad this fucking fone works... 

Always good to enjoy an old favorite.

SAXONIA!!! YAAA!