All narrative is a lie. The truth can only be heard in the pauses between words. In stillness. When we recognise our own breath.
Welcome to Poets, Mavericks & Prophets, a manufacturer of philosophical mischief, psychological acrobatics, alchemical art projects & esoteric master plans. PMaPs regular offerings are soulful nuggets, ephemeral impressions picked up in moments when the self & the Anima mundi aligned – gathered as micro blog posts, scribbled & shared throughout the years as I went about the business of being a human. A psychological diary and a spirit to-do list, in one.
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With hope that you find what you are looking for, on this site – and in life. Sweet travels.
He wrote me a poem
in invisible ink, expressing all his views. Talked of his heart’s desire, honest, uncorrupted news. He wrote this in nights he could not sleep, dark times lacking hue. Soaked pages in invisible tears only his pillow knew… {read more}
