Threshold

Threshold

Threshold : We are acknowledging the demons of our own making And together we ask them with honor and conviction To back into the corners with the other shadows. Because there’s a crack of light as the door creaks open Where a blinding white spirit has sent us...
Compassion

Compassion

Compassion : Feeling beyond gentle breezes on a hot summer day A knowing that it may be a hurricane to a child. This is my journey. — Nate Long “Owl” Graphite with digital manipulation
A Visit

A Visit

A Visit : On my journey I find myself examining the forests. There are so many Spirits here! Some sit back in the shadows, some watch me, some seem a little more content. The variety of them is quite astounding. And each one seems to have a gift, a lesson and even a...
The Other Side of the Hill

The Other Side of the Hill

The Other Side of the Hill : She looked ahead at the beckoning glow From the other side of the hill The path had been built to make it easier to follow Well lit, paved and smooth. She looked at the gardens she had long cultivated That she was being asked to leave...
Author: Nate Long