Still surrounded by silence and watching from afar, but grateful for the sparkles you gave for Women's day

Cheers to all of you


~Art seems to me to be a state of soul more than anything else. ~

It's a new year, it's a new year,
January first, January first.
Out with the old,
In with the new.
Happy New Year! Happy New Year!
Horns are tooting, horns are tooting,
January first, January first.
Throw some confetti,
Throw some confetti.
Happy New Year! Happy New Year!

Lately I live through silence <3

(The Nativity of the Sun and celebration of Sol Invicta)

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MITHRAS, God of the Morning, our trumpets waken the Wall!
‘Rome is above the Nations, but Thou art over all!’
Now as the names are answered, and the guards are marched away,
Mithras, also a soldier, give us strength for the day!

Mithras, God of the Noontide, the heather swims in the heat.
Our helmets scorch our foreheads, our sandals burn our feet.
Now in the ungirt hour—now ere we blink and drowse,
Mithras, also a soldier, keep us true to our vows!

Mithras, God of the Sunset, low on the Western main—
Thou descending immortal, immortal to rise again!
Now when the watch is ended, now when the wine is drawn,
Mithras, also a soldier, keep us pure till the dawn!

Mithras, God of the Midnight, here where the great bull dies,
Look on thy children in darkness. Oh take our sacrifice!
Many roads thou hast fashioned—all of them lead to the Light,
Mithras, also a soldier, teach us to die aright!

Rudyard Kipling


~~~~Merry Christmas!~~~~~~~

Be safe, take care, just cleaned the whole house, made a Christmas arrangement with pine branches, candles, incense, seashells, pine cones, seems messed up but it is nice, simple and the best home made with pagan touch, well I can not escape myself!



Love to all!!

to be torn apart
to lose all in
winter's ashes

not to have strength to grow
torn swallowed phoenix

THIS TIME I CAN NOT
RISE FROM MY ASHES

To burn within
with no Rest
useless feeling
every day

to swallow own sikness
to be sick as your soul
can be

TO CURE

no beats of the heart
all is pure vomit

subconscious struggle

hiding

alone

so scared sometimes

of pure joy drowning
die heart!

you did your best!

away from
golden streets

we carry a knife under
our own bed

i can not be buried there
one mOre TIME i will fight

that is my only way

i want my old strength
my old heart
my old feeling

i want what i was

I miss myself





(Thank God I can listen to Sol Invictus now<3)