Until the End of Time.

“Until the End of Time”

True beauty rests content, underneath the softness of humility.
Caressing with it’s essence, every breath of many spirits, not just it’s own.
No judgements. No persecution. No muddled arrogance.

Such cruelty, be damned.

Nothing truly beautiful, needs to ask for, nor seeks attention.

Once true sight emerges from the ghost fog,
It sees just as clearly, whether with eyes wide shut or with the shutter open wide.
No longer to hide.
It’s clarity free.

Encompassed by universal rhythms.
Rising safely above all doubts.
Holding onto freedom found.
Supported high.
Free to soar on the wings of a good heart.

Living inside each searing breath.

Such pain, be damned, until the end of time.

R. Brown

The Journey Begins

Thanks for joining me!

Good company in a journey makes the way seem shorter. — Izaak Walton

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