Where does "now" exist?
Artful Presence
Smell a flower from the field, see the bee depart. Learn from them all that you can - sing in tune with the art
My Aaru
The intrawoven spangled sky Dreams and souls intertwined Are the roots to my ravenous mind Unraveling whimsy as a bloom of springtime The violet and blue fen With the temerity to grow Beyond the reach of acumen The starfield in which I sow Viable
