Talisman
In the rolling hills rising from the Snake, a ranch nestles far from the road, a green hush folded in the land, grazing cattle in
March 29, 2026
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In the rolling hills rising from the Snake, a ranch nestles far from the road, a green hush folded in the land, grazing cattle in
“As light travels, and silence heals, the hand of God brightens the night sky,” a message written in code, lit with one spark of distant
Sitting in darkness, I live between worlds of day and night, opening passages in the earth house, as I quietly render the awakened and holy
Moon lover, devotee of the stars, I keep watch on the winter sky, welcoming darkness where light burns brightest, and stars sing to the children
I step from the cold cave of regret and find myself among the living. Past and future dissolve as mist rises off the water. Disciples