Many times I had gone by those fields where fortune flowers. My wealth was noticed on the path and where those paths did lead. Continue reading “Flowering fields of fortune [archive].”
The black of night is misery to some who sleep to await the dawn. But for me the world would change in time and form the other way.
The wind started to pick up in the early afternoon. The sky was red at dawn, so I hastily finished all I had needed to in that day.
Pay out to see the truth. Lay down to feel the power. Make bare your soul to strangers so they might know you in all your intimite detail and hold sway over your secrets. Let all you speak be noted to be recalled upon a time opportune.