Behold the night is turning into a grand moment, who may see it is the ones who look without sight yet see so much. The ones who hear the worlds heartbeat and dance with the rhythm. The ones who are here for the touch of life and yet feels all the pain of the world’s tears. It is a wonderful life when those who see it, talk about it. I have seen the light and the fog, the dark and the eyes of the ones who see through it, a bliss would be here if not for the means of the human condition.

I am here thinking about the times and how the day and the night I am waking in is something that is more beautiful than anything before but yet the world burns it away with thought. The midnight oil burns with a honesty that even the sun cannot perform. The flickering flame gives truth to the nights veil, that the days light hides. Sunlight hides the shadows that give the night the reality of things. We are the day walkers for we have not become strong enough as individuals to stand where the sunlight ends.

With these words I wish not to have you confused with the ones who are working the moon lit hours, nor the ones who are bound to the night through the manifestations of family needing love. I speak of the ones who have a time and place that is only standing in the shadow of the suns lies. Creatures are out in the hunt for food, the creatures that stand in the twilight to stop the ones who have not a chance to have a shield in heart or soul. The twilight warriors are the ones who give you the chance to understand why the night is the only thing that holds ultimate truth.

The truth is the darkness lets the honesty of all things to prowl the darkness with the light no longer giving chance to hide. With the veil of the dark the little ones come out and play in the stary night, the ones who have no fear as they are the little ones who are made in the night. They are the ones who protect us and hold back the things we fear the most. The darkness’s children who are not here to harm but exist and tend to the world to the travesties of world means. Carrion on the sides of the road disappear as the clouds hide the moon. The rot of the undug graves handled by the means of the worms and beetles that clean the flesh from bone and then the tree bound ones come down to chew the bone to take in the rare abundant calcium. Marrow being a treat the tree bound ones hardly ever find.

How the darkness scares the ones who cannot see it for what it is, it is the place where things live so we can move along and never decare a kinship with them as they are the ones who speak not, but have all the words we are not willing to speak.

Until Later

Much Love

Your Friendly Ginger From The Woods.