for the unification of collective consciousness

Can there be freedom from the me?

This life is but a dream.

The time for war is over

This is no life instruction.

yearns to be free

My answer to "What do you do?"

It starts, but doesn't end, with you.

living on the edge of madness

reach out to where the wild ones be

When things fall apart and yet we’ll call it progress.

This story called my life.

Must I seek bright lights when I am power.

a little heart to heart

Creativity takes courage. Still, let me linger in your world forever.

How I deal with my mind chatter

There was a young lady called Epi Who thought herself not very happy If only she knew It would be worse when she grew She’d count herself...

I’ve been ready for this end from far too long yet now— death meets me and I fight hard holding on to so many attachments of you and this...

My, oh my, do I heat up of late must be the menopause picks up my own heart rate or else it is this sun that makes my pores dilate or...

We drown in things just for our sins a box a chair lots more in there from the inane through to profane we shop we shop it’s all very...