“One-by-one, as my loved ones arrive, I'll gift them this thing I've made and they'll smile at the sentiment. "You haven't changed a bit" they'll proclaim through tearful elation and an appreciation for the newly realized absence of pain. “Imagine that,” they’ll speak as their naked feet wade through ancient crystalline glacial waters and upon split granite, “no suffering.”
The Bear
“He scanned the forest around him. The pines and, the willows and, the sage and, all the wilderness around him was silent and morose. The only exception being the Quaking Aspen, who fluttered a symphonic melody of a million dried yellow and orange leaves as an afternoon breeze tickled its branches. The bruised and bloodied... Continue Reading →