Gramskrit, Volume 4

The Living Tree

There's tears in the sky/ A whirl of conflict surrounds me/ I don't have the words/ And answers refuse and confound me/ I look to the sea/ But a tree calls to me/ A living tree, a tree in the sea/ Forever flowing full of spirit fruits/ Abounding in love and joyful pursuits

 

Page 11

The Villa Artisan (A game for the Imagination)

 

Chapter 4

Flourish (Post Modern Think Tank)

 

Page 54

Optickle

 

Chapter 5

The Hope Chest