Three deer pass.
They jump headlights and disappear;
An omen to an unknowable future.
You say:
“This is a very bad sign.”
Yet we push on,
Unshaken by a moonless night.
I know that the darkness emboldens us—
A gift from our ancestors
Who learned how to not shake
In the cold cave nights.
The holy spirit is a moth that descends from the unknowable high parts of the great trees. Fire looking for fire. Even the quiet cold wetness of the forest floor is tingling with seraphim. Beetles beneath the shrouds of pine labor beside the translucent ghosts of grubs. The sacred, secret ritual. The knowledge that everything is carbon. That this stillness is a burning ball of fire.
Fernando Pessoa (Taken with instagram)
I stand before the devil and rebuke him.
For I am the devil and I have courage enough to face myself.
I quiet myself before God and I know him.
For I am the Lord God in the flesh and the infinite holiness of the universe.
I know God as I know myself.
And I know that I am nothing more than the dream of the universe—
A dream that slips from memory as she opens her morning-dew eyes…
I went to church today. (Taken with Instagram at Largo do Carmo)
I am deathless…. (Taken with Instagram at Lisboa)
Sailing the Tejo (Taken with Instagram at Lisboa)
Montserrate (Taken with instagram)
Montserrate (Taken with instagram)
Montserrate (Taken with instagram)
Where the streets have my name (Taken with Instagram at Sisley)
Pulpo (Taken with Instagram at Alma Lusitana)
