Wednesday, September 16, 2009

Do You Believe In Magick? a pictured prose poem by Wilde Shamrocs


  1. Sometimes I have had such moments myself when the essential emptiness of the world (as the Buddhists would put it) seemed to shimmer all around me and time fell away into itself leaving only an ethereal now. Precious and rare moments these. I was filled with a joy and peacefulness equally rare along with the realization that the existence of anything at all was pretty darn strange and amazing.



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