Powerfully penned, Brenda. Incredible write about the art of dark seduction my friend. Nicely done. Appreciate you.

Damian

Nice and naughty.

Good write Brenda.
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hello beautiful poetess a very heavenly verse ❤️ I was enamored…

Even starlight loves to wander as it shines. Beautiful piece

Beautifully penned, S. Lovely write my friend with spectacular imagery. Appreciate you.

Damian

Oh wow…I have no words sufficient to place here…

Truly rhapsodic poem of iridescent beauty. The night sky was never more mesmerizing than when scribed by the artistry of your quill.

John

hello dearest Benny I have gone periods of time searching and wondering sometimes getting answers I rather not have… sometimes ending up with more questions great write ❤️

Powerfully penned, Peter. This is an incredible write my friend. I think age is a big factor when it comes to people. It seems we awaken more once were face to face with our own mortality. That’s just my opinion though. Great depth here, your writes always makes me ponder. That’s a good thing my friend. Thanks for sharing. Appreciate you.

Damian

Hoi hoi Peter,
in the Netherlands, i know of someone who titled his book ‘Geen boek’. Translated: No book.
The absurdist humor behind it is that it is still a good present, for people who want No Book for their birthday. And that group of people increases every year.

But instead of wild humour you present us with a very intelligent piece of work.
It is very intelligently written and (my opinion) a very good idea to give these things a thought now and then.
Also very intelligent: I promised myself to keep a better look out for the writes you post.

Love it!
Kind regards, Gus

That feeling you have, that consciousness is some fundamental, egoless energy, is powerful. It echoes ideas like panpsychism or non-duality. It’s the attractive shortcut around the “hard problem”: if consciousness is always there, we don’t need the brain to magically create it from scratch. My mind will sit on this for a while… thinking of driving down Bulli Pass in the fog/mist and spending a chilly winter day at Austinmer. But it’s the wrong time of year for that and I now live hundreds of k’s away from Illawara.

Good old Austiner….lived there back in the day…when men were men and sheep were nervous.Too expensive there now.

Beautifully penned, Brenda. Excellent write my friend. Appreciate you.

Damian

Sensual and somewhat sad. Well done.

Dude you write very clear with a natural tint, not slutty. Although you get your point across through nature and travel makes it sizzle. Tight

Beautifully penned, Thomas. Excellent write my friend. Appreciate you.

Damian

Great work. It flows and hits hard.
Regards James

I wonder how many lost leaves are drifting on vagabond winds. This is beautiful and aching and hopeful all rolled in one perfect poem