As I began to deepen my investigation into external reality as being a multitude of symbols that represent my inner being, strange things began to happen. It started…
An insight opened during a solo trip through a winter wanderland that was the March Full Moon in Calgary.
I wrote this poem on my 25th birthday, as a gift to myself. Turns out it was really a gift to everyone.
I wrote this poem while living in a Tree house built into a bamboo thatch on a permaculture farm just outside of Pai, Thailand





