Good late night to the late night visitors, I do find you all so silken to my mind. A group of existences that have come together to not just speak but read and listen to the oils of humanity. I find the oil of humanity to be something that is no longer pure of light, a shadow has come into the oil and left a stain that is the memories that humanity wishes to forget. The thing is this stain is slowly taking over the oil and will be draining the light until it burns out. Then the flame will turn to a black flame that burns the fallaway of the human essence.

I have had a wonderful few days, staying up all night with the midnight animals. The coos of birds sleeping and the hoots of the owls who hunt the wet grass. A silent moment before the beating wings signal the death of the mole or mouse. To be taken into the air with fear filling his eyes and that is the last of the life of the fur animal and the dinner for the children ever so quiet in the nest. A deep breath of the wind and its release. The chilled air giving afreshed new life to the deep breath I take when wish to think while having a night to reset my mind. The darkness that surrounds me is a blanket of peace and mindfulness that gives me a chance to find a great bliss in it. A covering of the night given mild light by the moon and stars and it is giving me a sense comfort and care from old ones who still look at its creations.

Laying in the grass with a blanket and a cat to snuggle while looking at the stars, rocks that have been soaring through the silken skies for millions of years, I get to see the last light given when burning through the atmosphere. A inclination that the universe has still given us things to look at when they are here. A place I don’t understand and a place that I have envied for so long is the the knowledge that the universe holds. Not of the nations and creatures that live in the planets that move along the essence of black silk. To see and know the beauty of the stars being formed, the death of a star giving us the elements that are the building blocks of life its self. I would chance my mind into the insanity of the by chance shape makers of the universe give a brief open door to the minds that have the understanding of multiple born and dead universes. Things that are born long before the first sun, and will live long after the last sun becomes its final light, Just to ponder the insanity of truths long outside our minds.

I wish to have the smooth dark jazz that is the milk of the midnight oil rest upon my skin and I can fathom a universe that is giving such beauty from chaos. Something that we as a creature have yet to truly understand and feel its grace.

I must depart to read the written words of the lost men who have given us everything.

Much Love

Until Later

Your Friendly Ginger From The Woods.