Monday, September 22, 2014

Thursday, September 18, 2014

The Ancient One.

As I stood my watch,
A throne was raised,
And The Ancient One,
Took his seat upon it.

He was clothed in a blizzard,
And the hair on his head,
And the hair on his face,
Was like unto the purest ram.

The throne was purifying fire.
Vortices of flame swirled about.
Never-ending streams of spirit flame,
Flowed out from his Body's every pore.

A million servants waited on him.
A billion more stood near waiting.
The Court of Courts was in session,
And the Books of Souls flew open.

~ Tiwago

(Taken from Daniel 7:9-10)

Tuesday, September 16, 2014

Thursday, September 11, 2014

Tuesday, September 9, 2014


death is nothing but /
a gray wintery doorway /
into spring's glory

~ Tiwago 

Friday, September 5, 2014


uncertain things hoped for

investments in our tomorrow

encapsulations of potential

points of first beginnings

sources of seeds yet to be

that which must grow


that which must sleep

                   ~ Tiwago