One day, I looked
To meet your eyes.
I was hooked.
I asked why?
Not in chains.
Nor in spells.
Rather your flame,
Caught me by.
Your heart, I saw.
Home, I know.
Your soul, I remember
Love made, oh so tender.
We dance, in awe.
We play, we surrender.
To love, life and death,…
I was told stories of the One and only,Beloved, in form, also ghostly. The dream begins, awake yet sleepy.The narrator utters, echoing was the weepy
After more than a year of being hosted on Ouroboros Story Hour with Bob, we meet again to talk about how stories bring us together and how storytelling helped Bob find his calling to mediate in-person and online spaces for other people to share their stories and experiences with plant medicines and entheogens.
How Long? How Far?
Earth knows; spirals and cycles,
Stories of love, greed, dominions,
Empires rising to fall, fake and rotten,
Wounds of suffering, wide and open.