You’re on a dance floor, having the time of your life. You’re singing and jumping and no part of you isn’t bursting with ecstatic a life. It’s a massive celebration, everyone you know is somewhere on that floor.
New Poem: Le Dance
by LukeSpartacus •
Travels
In a Van Down By The Lake
by LukeSpartacus •
Certain bird calls are as familiar as my heartbeat. I know what flowers and trees give off which aroma. The familiarity of this, the feeling of my feet navigating the ground, amid the lush greenery that abounds.
Writing: Coordinating the Chaos – Reflections from Then to Now
by LukeSpartacus •
You know that pleasant wave of nostalgia that washes over you when the sun does his bright orange dance behind the three massive volcanoes who hold quorum around here
Where a Far Flung Imagination Grows
by LukeSpartacus •
I find myself awake to a new year abuzz with activities whose seeds were planted on days so complete in themselves, that it never fully dawned on me they’d sprout to the present stage of their endeavoring lives.
Helping Itinerant Vagabonds Get Their Groove Back – The Vagabond Temple
by LukeSpartacus •
I was down and out in Vietnam, feverish, towards end of my money, nearly maxed out in my credit card, in chronic pain, and locked inside an apartment in Saigon where my couch surfer host seemed to be confused about the difference between hosting and imprisoning a guest.
An Open Letter to Wanderers
by LukeSpartacus •
We are not unlike the dew that decorates each new day, appearing one morning out of thin air, warming as the sun rises and then disappearing into the light.
Dr. James H. Pardis: The Miracle Man of Cebu
by LukeSpartacus •
Hope is healing. Hope and where it may lead you can make any hurt worthwhile. If pain is a teacher then healing is her lesson.
The View from Here and Now
by LukeSpartacus •
He cleans like the fate of the world depends on removing every last mote of dust. And maybe it does?
How it was Happy
by LukeSpartacus •
It was the way we seamlessly fit into each other‘s company.
Humans all have the Same Heart
by LukeSpartacus •
He looked doubtful. “You’re an American? Never have I met an American who liked Islam,“ he said.
