We are the music-makers, And we are the dreamers of dreams, Wandering by lone sea-breakers, And sitting by desolate streams. World-losers and world-forsakers, Upon whom the pale moon gleams; Yet we...
As the story goes, reciting an incantation, spilling human blood, and letting it flow into a certain well under the devil’s moon raises the spirit of Bloody Bones who takes brutal revenge on one’s enemies. But Bloody Bones is not the only ghost wandering
We are the music-makers, And we are the dreamer of dreams, Wandering by lone sea breakers, And sitting by desolate streams; World-losers and world-foresakers, On whom the pale moon gleams: Yet we are...
“The little space within the heart is as great as the vast universe. The heavens and the earth are there, and the sun and the moon and the stars. Fire and lightning and winds are there, and all that now is and all that is not.” ~The Upanishadsॐ living i
An uncommon story about a very common Journey. Once upon a time there was a wandering moth that found herself trapped on a window inside a garden workshop. On the window she meets other insects who share her predicament, and her trials, as they dodge the