Passion
I can say I haven’t read much of Hemingway
Over time I’ve learned from my heart broken and myself a breaker the long never dies
A place we are taken to no matter what mountain one climbs or one dives into an ocean
the heart within you siege for long and we do what we do in different ways to get there
If I go into the mountains to get a tree that was not something we had to do long ago but I do for memory of ancestry.
The journey and travel makes it worth every hour I don’t wake up to put on a face. I put on my shoes and gear up with gas in hopes I can make enough moneyand find my earnings we not for nothing
it takes travel and patience a desire like a fire that can not be put out to find a tree that has roots that gave itself up for me to make a story Sometime this journey is lonely but my father taught me this rule to be true if you go the distance love is where you find it.
No money or worry if you trust the place within you love is a heart that no one can take from you.
The notion of climbing a mountain you will find nothing but the top be the journey within and in the place one can feel earned with wealth like no other.
Making what I make has not trade value unless it is heard from my heart and truth no arrows can reach the name and I am just narrow escape of feelings There is no suit I can wear or word I can say that makes the want that is a draw
The gamble played is for us to know worn within our places the long wishing will find you and it will be there like nothing before nameless and it will grip you and from there a new journey will begin.
keeper of the dream (Black Dog)
Work of the Nights watch
from the mountain I write these words.
No mountain one can climb or imitate a place where the need for heart finds it’s place. In that place is a heart heart and bearer of belong.