The day is as great and the sound of the world beats in my heart evermore. The sun is giving the world the light to see, the ground the place to place our bare feet, the moon to the night gives us stories found only in lunar light. Behold the everessence of the scent of the gust of the land, Dust not invasive, rock not hindering, clouds not drewery. Breath taken deeply, taste of the essence of life, the world is a a gift to you. For you are gifted with the knowlage of fire and food, bounty is your life. Discard with hast your fears, hastenly eat the light, devour the fear and know we are all casting shadows.

With the day, oh how I found love and peace and joy. A creeping love of life bore into my heart, a worm of liberty. Fear not your life, things are bloody for all, bleeding hope, lashed with the fears we hold in our deepest cravas. Fight throughout the life given and giveth is the world to you the things you charish. Seek not gold or silver, they carry the memories of greed and seed the hatred for haveing less then. Breaking bread is the way to find kinship in reaching for the butter. Know that when we pray, it is not for the all but for the few. We live in a existence of impetual figments of imagination turns hearts. Gods and demons are not a creature that leads up to heaven or hell. They are not a guiding force for one to live through. They are a childs dream, forsaking others is a childs game, for it is the ultamate ease. To just determain defilement of existence by the imagination of another. May the ones who follow such child like hopes, lay with me in the dreams of reality and we shall not require such a childs essence, we are not bound to a devilish being due to not following the paths of the many, But great peace and perfection in the known. Not let the unknown dictate our beings .

Though we fear the grand darkness, finding foul concepts in such thing, what says our eyes closed refuses light. Once we chose to see light in the essence of our own being, then we never die. Though our beings may fail and our physical being be pressed into the dirt. We are still alive in the light found only when we close our eyes and see the ones we love in memory, evermore alive and nevermore gone then hour minds accept.

To the day I do have to face and I must make force though the things that I will need to do. Fire must be born and fed, the dishes ever growing the potental of disease, Walking throught the dirt stained floors from the mixture of clay and dirt layer the floor. Dried they are to be swept and mopped. For a clean house is a home with heart, a place to find peace and love. Where you go to find the things inside that you cherish.

Though I have grown happy being here I must depart to go and get more done as the world is ever turning and I have to depart to get more done. Be well humans and lets hope for a future.

Much Love

Your Friendly Ginger From The Woods.