Benjamin John Edmonds

Behold, A Dying Sunbird

The authentic Benjamin John Edmonds website addressing the words of the man himself.  

When you think you got it, you lose it. When you’re totally lost, somehow, you find your way back to the road of peace.
I wear the teeth of wolves as jewelry. Memory is too powerful a tool.
Last chance you take might be your own wild heart.
Just a pick of the poison.
Belief in oneself makes for a brazen day in the frenzy of self-discovery.
There may be a person in your life that brings a certain sense of peace. I drew in small lines leading to a greater whole somebody like that, a prince of peace in my own life. A person made of both inspiration and struggle. A lighthouse for the livin
We’re crashing, we’re floating, we’re dreaming, we’re falling, over and under and all ‘round the world we’re just rolling and blowing and sneezing and thinking. Softly and quickly and light as a feather, wet as a w
Those times when you wonder why it is the way that it is. It just is. Why is a sunflower yellow? Why do we fall in love? Why does the world spin? It just is.
Stretch towards your dreams at the beginning of the day, little by little, you’ll be able to reach your toes.
When you wake up and everything feels the same. But last night you swear something changed. Woah.

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