The Mind is A Clearing

A clearing in forest, a batch of light bathing the bare patch of grass. You find places like that, scattered here and there in the woods, existing without any good reason to. They're just there, open spaces. Fields, groves, and meadows. They're decent impromptu pastures for rabbits and deer, since they're usually overflowing with tall, … Continue reading The Mind is A Clearing

By the River

What is this? A feeling. We are mirrors of the world, as reflective as that flowing stream. Just like that stream, what we reflect isn't the same as the source. Each ripple, each dip and rise in our minds turns that image into something new.