Anda

Ands

Short poems and thoughts, written under the Endless Sky. Read them one by one, or choose a month or a language.

Ands

August 3, 2026

V3.2English
Across these mountains, there is a path, the Witch told me.There is secrecy around here, silence.You have to find a path, across the waters, to find yourself, she told me.I cried.There I saw it.And I felt every inch of it in my soul.There was glory.There was salvation.Somewhere."What is wisdom?" the old man asked."Death," I said."What is going forward," the Witch asked."To falter," I told them."What is glory?" they asked."To become one," I said.Then you may proceed.