Day 409, The Twilight Is My Sunrise, The Night My Bonded one, The Day Can Take The Rest But I Am Acquired By Night.

To the ones who are here and have found homes in the textual means of communication. I am here trying to find the darkness that is ever so welcoming, like a musical tone that is matched to the mindset of the wondering and the ones who seek knowledge. Just to know all the information of the day has become written in word but the machinations and the sights of the night behold a great wisdom that many fall from. Either from fear of the disrupted shadows that become the shapes on the inside. The time is here for us to see the infectious night tranquility is to be given to the ones who see not the dance of demons and night wolves become locked in the air as a resonance of the beauty of the night. Just as the day gives glory to the many, I rejoice in the darkness as the few who hold this time in their hands. Share a much bigger part of the pie of imaginary, discovery of fantasy, hope of the ones who fight in the dark so we can live in the light.

Much time is not to be rendered to the impossible, but to the drifting time in the midnight fog of wondering mist. To have the time to have a chance to walk the dark and foreboding bogs of the world and have the sounds of the sleeping ones who trace the globe in the light. They speak of the worlds long life as they are the ones who have seen the world though eyes of ones that see a thrumble as a mountain, who see the blades of grass as towering spires of green, yellow and brown. It is not us to decide the value of life, that is so human to do. Become what the ones who see the world as it is, the cultivations of minds and natures bosoms.

Behold not the means to kill or to the ones who enslaved the minds and bodies, we are better then them in many ways. However, in many more ways we are just the same as the ones who take life for the means of a spiritual acceptance. So I become the nights fool and the moons dancing partner as we dance into the night and speak of all the wonders of the moons children who find the night more part of them then the light of the day.

Until later

Much Love

Your Friendly Ginger From The Woods.

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