Timewalker’s Quest

In the cosmos, I wander,
tracing threads of lost moments,
each face an echo of you.
Fragments scattered across dimensions,
reflections of my journey.
You are not lost,
but part of the grand design,
a dance through stars,
where every heartbeat promises wholeness.

It's another gorgeous and textbook October day, here in the Carolinas. We hope you delight in just reveling in all the beauty!

We’re all playing parts,
scripts written in the air.

And in the quiet moments,
when the masks slip,
we glimpse the raw edges,

So we stand,
unraveled and whole,
in this theater of life,
finding meaning
in the roles we play,
in the masks we wear,
and in the truth
that binds us together.

Leaves practice their goodbyes, gold and rust,
a cool breath threads the pines.
My footsteps tally quiet time —
acorns drum, a far crow answers,
light thinning into soft amber.
Autumn's first day holds my coat
and lets the sun go early.

Our personal identities are socially constructed and we are dealing with vast systems of invisible realities across parallel worlds galaxies and transdimensional complexities each with their native beings and established colonies

Children sprawl like vines, our thoughts are our children, our belief complexes the village we live in. Have fun with a little I man skanky wanky skamper. Ire, mon!

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