What are the real hidden costs to our modern day living?
Some time ago, I wrote this little note to myself: What does the bread know of it’s baker? If it…
A story about the follies of man
What a fool I am! A shackle of the mind to worry of foolishness. Vanity. Who cares if my socks…
How effortless the long grass is when it is blown by the wind.First blown this way, then that.Never two directions…
I feel it surrounding me, Cloaking me, Crushing me, like a dark rug. I am forced asleep as the guilt…
Why do we build temples of stone and then line them with gold, When the temple we must build inside…
A story about simple love
A story about the search for divinity
The constant gardener tends his field all year long.He pulls up weeds in the summer and does not let them…