Once upon a time was born a feeling that soon grew and frolicked among us freely. Made us drunk and happy, day and night and shone on us like no other weary light. “Love” we called it and it sang so sweetly, enchanted all the living, lifting swiftly. And only with an instant, flimsy grasp it held our hearts

  It’s been decades of wonder in this reality some call home.   We’re born here vulnerable, naked, we live and leave alone.   It is the place of fears, competition, and intrusive doubts.   It is the place where some call life “A Series of Faults”.   But beneath the surface there is a mellow land   made