Thoughts From A Metaphysical Mind Dragon
The Opiates of My Being
Riding into Vienna at dawn and feeling quite overwhelmed by its beauty...
Running up to Jeff, jumping into his arms, and spinning round and round...
Being accosted by German footballers in the Koblenz rail station; just so he could tell me I was the most beautiful woman he had ever seen...
Holding my Shepard/Husky pup for the first time, his eyes closed; he fit snuggly into the palm of my hand...
Playing in a creek in West Middletown, Ohio; watching all the spiders dance on top of the water...
Sitting on the banks of Lake Michigan, listening to the wonder that is Chicago...
Eating the salt water taffy my aunt Edie would get from the car wash...
Hugging my nephew Greg every chance I get...
The Tell-Tell Signs of Sanity: Links to the Depths of My Soul
Jeff Ward
My mind in its overzealousness creates the world. Unfortunately, I am ill suited to live in it. So I exist, around it, and flow thru it, and feed off it. But it does not satiate my hunger. So I desire. In blessed emptiness, I desire.
