Membrovimalablue

I love my books. They are like old friends I return to, with stories, whispers and songs of my real self, reflections of times in my life, places and spirits, journeys and learnings. Most of my recent book whisperings have been calling me to explore deeper into this sweet this mystery of life. Well while the list looks like esoterica unlimited, its because these gentle tomes turns my gaze inward, to where its very quiet, and here I fall into the nothingness that is the everything I am.
Remember outside of a dog, a book is a man's best friend. Inside of a dog, well its just too dark to read.