JUMP LOOK THINK

Within the misty half-twilight of the dream canopy, the warrior’s only weapon is wit. Here the meticulous Grand Master walks a razor’s edge. The security of experience flakes away like dried mud, and the wizened champion regains the dire cunning of youth. Oh resplendent joy! Oh flowing ambrosia! Heed this; the mind has a mind of its own. Within us all is a creator of worlds, and the scion of a prophecy older than time.

Issue the twelfth of JumpLookThink: Poems, Painting, Ohms & Ain’ting. WARNING: Nate Dicken’s message will self destruct in jive minutes.

Sometimes some times are tough.While difficult it is worthwhile to reflect on these times’ worth. Also, this issue is dedicated to A BABY!!!!!!!! (in the fourth dimension we’re all babies.)