#bushcraft
To crucify yourself
The universe behold
Dreams upon the shelf
Loose papers unfold
To commit arson on babel
When the gods won’t knock it down
The desire only to travel,
Where companies tyranny can’t be found
To escape the noise, however brief
The surreptitious feeling of a thief
The streams, the rocks, the trees —
these moments you steal
Sequestered, in solitude, at ease
These moments are real..
These moments are real.
Aug 13, 2024
Aug 13, 2024 at 10:12 PM UTC
With steel and flint
We strike a spark
Our hope,
to burn away the dark
A simple spark
Not all it seems
To ward off fears
rekindle dreams
Shield it well
And give it air
Feed it's needs
And take good care
And from that spark
A flame will grow
To heat the soul
And rid your woe
Feb 27, 2018
Feb 27, 2018 at 7:54 AM UTC