Running My Fingers Upon The Smooth Surface

Running my fingers upon the smooth surfaceKeeping them always against the grainI know my way through the RedwoodsThey’re my protection against the dark stains Born in the high desert among the cactiFaint echoes from mission bells of yoreGreat things come from fools with faithMisguided souls remain thirsty for more Stubborn & obstinate as hardwoodNeeding myContinue reading “Running My Fingers Upon The Smooth Surface”

Leon Trotsky

    “The depth and strength of a human character are defined by its moral reserves. People reveal themselves completely only when they are thrown out of the customary conditions of their life, for only then do they have to fall back on their reserves.” – Leon Trotsky