Green Footsteps

In the art Of being Of seeing Everything So clear and vibrant So beautiful So lovely Because it exists Because one can relish Even ...

Oh that rush Of when id see Your love beyond The lands and sea The beauty in Being blind The naughty hopeless Dependency Its a trip ...

Our only purpose is To know what is Living a purposeless life. The beauty of Loving just Looking around.  The interaction With belief...

He was constantly staring at the river for quite some time now. it almost seemed like a conversation between them. The man and the river. H...

The potato looked anxious staring at himself in the mirror. He knew he had to look his best when coming out in the world under the spot ligh...

The other day I was wandering in the kitchen, beating my head against the slab, trying to figure out what to serve with my stuffed leg of ch...

    Still trying to figure out what to write about, I sit in this old cafe again. I have had an immense respect for food regardless of all...