by Sinto Gheshd


Nature is perfect in all things.

Yet like the clouds, ever-changing.

This is as true of the growing grass as it is of the movements of the cosmos.

It is natural that a soul must seek, so nature always answers.

To defend oneself is majestic, to defend what is natural is divine.

Perfection is innate, training the mind to allow for the existence of perfection is the labor of epochs.

Our peoples are composite, to know all or any one must be flexible.

The flower that yields not to the wind is taken up.

Strength is in knowing the path of force and not being in it.

When one sees the world as it is little is surprising.

As the Azure Sun changes from day to night so too does one’s mood to be too attached to moments is to invite defeat.

As each grain of sand in the hourglass one’s knowledge of the instant is the moment of being.

Death feeds rebirth and nothing is still.

When you wake it is good, when you sleep it is good but if one wishes to harvest one wakes with the land.

Watch the Tloke who floats from tree to tree, take solace in her, it is she you live for.

To kill a Tloke is to displease the goddess, when all is in balance the Tloke sing.

Promote just laws that support peace, pride is the slayer of tyrants.

Be not afraid of the magic ways, curiosity of these is natural, but as with all things, obsession distorts.

To let a tree grow is sane, to plant a tree is sage.

Art is in knowing what is timeless and knowing how to regard it in a moment.

Account how the apple drops and know nature is a planned abundance.

To give time to another is to show respect this respect transcends all others.

To know what is true and to act against it is violence to nature.

Nature occurs by consensus, or we would not speak of it.