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Wandering Bard of Esoterica
Delveing Deep into the Dark Night,
Of an unnamed Fox's Soul..
Shall we Sojourn in Sonder?
~♡~
(Demi⚣) {41}🔞
{🌑INFP ☼ INFJ☀️}
{🌒🍂}☸️🅾️♎{💧🐗}
https://www.youtube.com/@i0none
Wandering Bard of Esoterica
Delveing Deep into the Dark Night,
Of an unnamed Fox's Soul..
Shall we Sojourn in Sonder?
~♡~
(Demi⚣) {41}🔞
{🌑INFP ☼ INFJ☀️}
{🌒🍂}☸️🅾️♎{💧🐗}
https://www.youtube.com/@i0none
-'an not worth the effort...'
An so The Bard an The Fox, sit an gaze at both their navels..
An wonder of the concept of thirst...
Of when curosity becomes apathy, becomes bordem of self, that then provokes curosity.
Where the line starts or ends.
Or why walls remain...
youtu.be/96EaMOsDCdk?...
An so The Bard an The Fox, sit an gaze at both their navels..
An wonder of the concept of thirst...
Of when curosity becomes apathy, becomes bordem of self, that then provokes curosity.
Where the line starts or ends.
Or why walls remain...
youtu.be/96EaMOsDCdk?...
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December 21, 2025 at 11:00 AM
-'an not worth the effort...'
An so The Bard an The Fox, sit an gaze at both their navels..
An wonder of the concept of thirst...
Of when curosity becomes apathy, becomes bordem of self, that then provokes curosity.
Where the line starts or ends.
Or why walls remain...
youtu.be/96EaMOsDCdk?...
An so The Bard an The Fox, sit an gaze at both their navels..
An wonder of the concept of thirst...
Of when curosity becomes apathy, becomes bordem of self, that then provokes curosity.
Where the line starts or ends.
Or why walls remain...
youtu.be/96EaMOsDCdk?...
And the bubbles of dreams that once floated around,
The boundless curosity that once enertained the kitsune,
Like the northern lights of its home,
Of endless stars...
Now pop'd an settle into a gray shape..
One built of being told,
And only what one is told.
To go beyond is risky an foolish...-
The boundless curosity that once enertained the kitsune,
Like the northern lights of its home,
Of endless stars...
Now pop'd an settle into a gray shape..
One built of being told,
And only what one is told.
To go beyond is risky an foolish...-
December 21, 2025 at 11:00 AM
And the bubbles of dreams that once floated around,
The boundless curosity that once enertained the kitsune,
Like the northern lights of its home,
Of endless stars...
Now pop'd an settle into a gray shape..
One built of being told,
And only what one is told.
To go beyond is risky an foolish...-
The boundless curosity that once enertained the kitsune,
Like the northern lights of its home,
Of endless stars...
Now pop'd an settle into a gray shape..
One built of being told,
And only what one is told.
To go beyond is risky an foolish...-
Until it hears words of its parent, "this is how you do it..
This is how it is,
This is how it goes.
Do only this,
Do not step on any toes.
Speak when spoken to,
Keep it short and obey 'the flow'
Ask no further than what you need in the moment,
Tread not where Angels fear to go...'"
This is how it is,
This is how it goes.
Do only this,
Do not step on any toes.
Speak when spoken to,
Keep it short and obey 'the flow'
Ask no further than what you need in the moment,
Tread not where Angels fear to go...'"
December 21, 2025 at 11:00 AM
Until it hears words of its parent, "this is how you do it..
This is how it is,
This is how it goes.
Do only this,
Do not step on any toes.
Speak when spoken to,
Keep it short and obey 'the flow'
Ask no further than what you need in the moment,
Tread not where Angels fear to go...'"
This is how it is,
This is how it goes.
Do only this,
Do not step on any toes.
Speak when spoken to,
Keep it short and obey 'the flow'
Ask no further than what you need in the moment,
Tread not where Angels fear to go...'"
The child cried, as the parent scolded, in tones of judgment an dissapointmdnt.
As the child sobd in confusion..
The Fox watched the lifetime of memories, cluster an crashed, shatter an rebuild,
As the entity desperately tried to understand the cause of this new displeasure..
As the child sobd in confusion..
The Fox watched the lifetime of memories, cluster an crashed, shatter an rebuild,
As the entity desperately tried to understand the cause of this new displeasure..
December 21, 2025 at 11:00 AM
The child cried, as the parent scolded, in tones of judgment an dissapointmdnt.
As the child sobd in confusion..
The Fox watched the lifetime of memories, cluster an crashed, shatter an rebuild,
As the entity desperately tried to understand the cause of this new displeasure..
As the child sobd in confusion..
The Fox watched the lifetime of memories, cluster an crashed, shatter an rebuild,
As the entity desperately tried to understand the cause of this new displeasure..
The parent then gave the fork back to the child.
But placed in a cup of strange sticky green goo..
That felt absolutely unpleasent when placed in the hair as it resumed petting itself,
Having assumed the parent was trying to help with its self comfort an pleasure.
Only to be scolded yet again...
But placed in a cup of strange sticky green goo..
That felt absolutely unpleasent when placed in the hair as it resumed petting itself,
Having assumed the parent was trying to help with its self comfort an pleasure.
Only to be scolded yet again...
December 21, 2025 at 11:00 AM
The parent then gave the fork back to the child.
But placed in a cup of strange sticky green goo..
That felt absolutely unpleasent when placed in the hair as it resumed petting itself,
Having assumed the parent was trying to help with its self comfort an pleasure.
Only to be scolded yet again...
But placed in a cup of strange sticky green goo..
That felt absolutely unpleasent when placed in the hair as it resumed petting itself,
Having assumed the parent was trying to help with its self comfort an pleasure.
Only to be scolded yet again...
But as the child was enjoying a moment of self petting, mimicing somone brushing their hair across the room.
With a device it only today bore witness..
It's parent, scolded it in ways it didn't understand.
It knew the tone was bad, but context lacking.
The parent took the fork away.
The child cried.
With a device it only today bore witness..
It's parent, scolded it in ways it didn't understand.
It knew the tone was bad, but context lacking.
The parent took the fork away.
The child cried.
December 21, 2025 at 11:00 AM
But as the child was enjoying a moment of self petting, mimicing somone brushing their hair across the room.
With a device it only today bore witness..
It's parent, scolded it in ways it didn't understand.
It knew the tone was bad, but context lacking.
The parent took the fork away.
The child cried.
With a device it only today bore witness..
It's parent, scolded it in ways it didn't understand.
It knew the tone was bad, but context lacking.
The parent took the fork away.
The child cried.
The child begins to wonder, as it combs itself, provoking a sensation of ease..
The strange tingling sensation as the stick presses against part of the back of the skull.
The Fox's facial features shift into an 'Ah' shape..
As it realizes the child has learned what 'petting' is, and why its nice.
The strange tingling sensation as the stick presses against part of the back of the skull.
The Fox's facial features shift into an 'Ah' shape..
As it realizes the child has learned what 'petting' is, and why its nice.
December 21, 2025 at 11:00 AM
The child begins to wonder, as it combs itself, provoking a sensation of ease..
The strange tingling sensation as the stick presses against part of the back of the skull.
The Fox's facial features shift into an 'Ah' shape..
As it realizes the child has learned what 'petting' is, and why its nice.
The strange tingling sensation as the stick presses against part of the back of the skull.
The Fox's facial features shift into an 'Ah' shape..
As it realizes the child has learned what 'petting' is, and why its nice.
The Fox gazes into the childs timeline, its memory of self.
He sees the child thinking of moments prior to its eyes open,
In which its mouth had a soft chewy thing that tasted warm, safe, pleasurable..
And on its head, a sensation.. long stick like things, dragging along in a rythmic pattern.
He sees the child thinking of moments prior to its eyes open,
In which its mouth had a soft chewy thing that tasted warm, safe, pleasurable..
And on its head, a sensation.. long stick like things, dragging along in a rythmic pattern.
December 21, 2025 at 11:00 AM
The Fox gazes into the childs timeline, its memory of self.
He sees the child thinking of moments prior to its eyes open,
In which its mouth had a soft chewy thing that tasted warm, safe, pleasurable..
And on its head, a sensation.. long stick like things, dragging along in a rythmic pattern.
He sees the child thinking of moments prior to its eyes open,
In which its mouth had a soft chewy thing that tasted warm, safe, pleasurable..
And on its head, a sensation.. long stick like things, dragging along in a rythmic pattern.
It reaches up an feels similar like threads of its own, albiet smaller.
It makes a leap of curosity, it is the same thing but differs in contrast to need for amount of stringy things..
It mimics the action, and begins to 'comb' its hair with a fork..
And it finds this experience... pleasureable.
It makes a leap of curosity, it is the same thing but differs in contrast to need for amount of stringy things..
It mimics the action, and begins to 'comb' its hair with a fork..
And it finds this experience... pleasureable.
December 21, 2025 at 11:00 AM
It reaches up an feels similar like threads of its own, albiet smaller.
It makes a leap of curosity, it is the same thing but differs in contrast to need for amount of stringy things..
It mimics the action, and begins to 'comb' its hair with a fork..
And it finds this experience... pleasureable.
It makes a leap of curosity, it is the same thing but differs in contrast to need for amount of stringy things..
It mimics the action, and begins to 'comb' its hair with a fork..
And it finds this experience... pleasureable.
The child gazes around, it sees anothed creature who also has a stick of some sort.
Filled with many little pokey bits.
They watch as the bigger stick is raised above ones head, an brought down..
Only to repeat this pattern over an over.
It watches colorful flowing strings waft in the air.
Filled with many little pokey bits.
They watch as the bigger stick is raised above ones head, an brought down..
Only to repeat this pattern over an over.
It watches colorful flowing strings waft in the air.
December 21, 2025 at 11:00 AM
The child gazes around, it sees anothed creature who also has a stick of some sort.
Filled with many little pokey bits.
They watch as the bigger stick is raised above ones head, an brought down..
Only to repeat this pattern over an over.
It watches colorful flowing strings waft in the air.
Filled with many little pokey bits.
They watch as the bigger stick is raised above ones head, an brought down..
Only to repeat this pattern over an over.
It watches colorful flowing strings waft in the air.
The Bard sits back in a heavy sigh..
The Fox looks around, and sees a small child,
Playing with a small metal stick.
It knows not its name, purpose, or origin.
It is long, and cold, with four smaller thinner pokey bits.
This is the first it has ever seen such a thing.
Its eyes only recently opened.
The Fox looks around, and sees a small child,
Playing with a small metal stick.
It knows not its name, purpose, or origin.
It is long, and cold, with four smaller thinner pokey bits.
This is the first it has ever seen such a thing.
Its eyes only recently opened.
December 21, 2025 at 11:00 AM
The Bard sits back in a heavy sigh..
The Fox looks around, and sees a small child,
Playing with a small metal stick.
It knows not its name, purpose, or origin.
It is long, and cold, with four smaller thinner pokey bits.
This is the first it has ever seen such a thing.
Its eyes only recently opened.
The Fox looks around, and sees a small child,
Playing with a small metal stick.
It knows not its name, purpose, or origin.
It is long, and cold, with four smaller thinner pokey bits.
This is the first it has ever seen such a thing.
Its eyes only recently opened.
"Ever filled with fears, considerations..
Or a lifetime of being told:
🛐This is how it is,
This is how it goes.
Do only this,
Do not step on any toes.
Speak when spoken to,
Keep it short and obey 'the flow'
Ask no further than what you need in the moment,
Tread not where Angels fear to go...'🛐
Or a lifetime of being told:
🛐This is how it is,
This is how it goes.
Do only this,
Do not step on any toes.
Speak when spoken to,
Keep it short and obey 'the flow'
Ask no further than what you need in the moment,
Tread not where Angels fear to go...'🛐
December 21, 2025 at 11:00 AM
"Ever filled with fears, considerations..
Or a lifetime of being told:
🛐This is how it is,
This is how it goes.
Do only this,
Do not step on any toes.
Speak when spoken to,
Keep it short and obey 'the flow'
Ask no further than what you need in the moment,
Tread not where Angels fear to go...'🛐
Or a lifetime of being told:
🛐This is how it is,
This is how it goes.
Do only this,
Do not step on any toes.
Speak when spoken to,
Keep it short and obey 'the flow'
Ask no further than what you need in the moment,
Tread not where Angels fear to go...'🛐
"An so One such, in moments they find themselves offered somthing that, from The Moon's perspective, is so simple an benign, like a Tea made of fruits One has never seen...
How then does one wish them to have a thirst?
When water is still all on their mind they dare permit themselves to sup?"
How then does one wish them to have a thirst?
When water is still all on their mind they dare permit themselves to sup?"
December 21, 2025 at 11:00 AM
"An so One such, in moments they find themselves offered somthing that, from The Moon's perspective, is so simple an benign, like a Tea made of fruits One has never seen...
How then does one wish them to have a thirst?
When water is still all on their mind they dare permit themselves to sup?"
How then does one wish them to have a thirst?
When water is still all on their mind they dare permit themselves to sup?"
"A den built like all others One knew, from the outside..
But inside.. so filled with vast bewilderment, his heart confused, but strangely excited.
In a den filled with things One would never have made the effort to do,
Now finds himself treading in a place one suspects is the backside of The Moon."
But inside.. so filled with vast bewilderment, his heart confused, but strangely excited.
In a den filled with things One would never have made the effort to do,
Now finds himself treading in a place one suspects is the backside of The Moon."
December 21, 2025 at 11:00 AM
"A den built like all others One knew, from the outside..
But inside.. so filled with vast bewilderment, his heart confused, but strangely excited.
In a den filled with things One would never have made the effort to do,
Now finds himself treading in a place one suspects is the backside of The Moon."
But inside.. so filled with vast bewilderment, his heart confused, but strangely excited.
In a den filled with things One would never have made the effort to do,
Now finds himself treading in a place one suspects is the backside of The Moon."
"A place made out of more than stone..
A place with floors soft and strangly warm, instead cold an damp, yet still look same as stone?
Walls that look as if inside a giant tree,
But on outside inspection it is just a mound of dirt like any other Otter den.
Shiny shells an feathers adorn the walls.."
A place with floors soft and strangly warm, instead cold an damp, yet still look same as stone?
Walls that look as if inside a giant tree,
But on outside inspection it is just a mound of dirt like any other Otter den.
Shiny shells an feathers adorn the walls.."
December 21, 2025 at 11:00 AM
"A place made out of more than stone..
A place with floors soft and strangly warm, instead cold an damp, yet still look same as stone?
Walls that look as if inside a giant tree,
But on outside inspection it is just a mound of dirt like any other Otter den.
Shiny shells an feathers adorn the walls.."
A place with floors soft and strangly warm, instead cold an damp, yet still look same as stone?
Walls that look as if inside a giant tree,
But on outside inspection it is just a mound of dirt like any other Otter den.
Shiny shells an feathers adorn the walls.."
"An yet..." he says again with a deeper sadness, masked by a concession already understood... "there is so much more in the effort...
The will-o-wisp in curiosity need not always lead one to death.
The Otter who chases fireflies may yet find a cabin in the woods..."
The will-o-wisp in curiosity need not always lead one to death.
The Otter who chases fireflies may yet find a cabin in the woods..."
December 21, 2025 at 11:00 AM
"An yet..." he says again with a deeper sadness, masked by a concession already understood... "there is so much more in the effort...
The will-o-wisp in curiosity need not always lead one to death.
The Otter who chases fireflies may yet find a cabin in the woods..."
The will-o-wisp in curiosity need not always lead one to death.
The Otter who chases fireflies may yet find a cabin in the woods..."
"As so oft creatures like such desire everything be made sense, understood, wholey an completely.
Upfront an center.
No lingering wonder.
No idle question.
A name, a clean phrase, placed in front of them like stale white bread with a glass of clear water..
For there is no patience otherwise..."
Upfront an center.
No lingering wonder.
No idle question.
A name, a clean phrase, placed in front of them like stale white bread with a glass of clear water..
For there is no patience otherwise..."
December 21, 2025 at 11:00 AM
"As so oft creatures like such desire everything be made sense, understood, wholey an completely.
Upfront an center.
No lingering wonder.
No idle question.
A name, a clean phrase, placed in front of them like stale white bread with a glass of clear water..
For there is no patience otherwise..."
Upfront an center.
No lingering wonder.
No idle question.
A name, a clean phrase, placed in front of them like stale white bread with a glass of clear water..
For there is no patience otherwise..."
"How does one beat the simple water?
Its honesty when compared to one's thirst is, quite literally, transparent.
With so much else to do, just to survive.
The ceasless, pervasive, even gut wrenching Obligates one shoulders responsibility of..
Why thirst more than water?
It is not worth the effort.."
Its honesty when compared to one's thirst is, quite literally, transparent.
With so much else to do, just to survive.
The ceasless, pervasive, even gut wrenching Obligates one shoulders responsibility of..
Why thirst more than water?
It is not worth the effort.."
December 21, 2025 at 11:00 AM
"How does one beat the simple water?
Its honesty when compared to one's thirst is, quite literally, transparent.
With so much else to do, just to survive.
The ceasless, pervasive, even gut wrenching Obligates one shoulders responsibility of..
Why thirst more than water?
It is not worth the effort.."
Its honesty when compared to one's thirst is, quite literally, transparent.
With so much else to do, just to survive.
The ceasless, pervasive, even gut wrenching Obligates one shoulders responsibility of..
Why thirst more than water?
It is not worth the effort.."
"As one survives day to die,
Are told many stories of poisons.
And have themselves in moments of deep desperation, sup'd from indented leaves of dark places, be it crowned by red sweet flowers of lace an grace, or at edge of a Darker Forest with dim eyes an heavy breath faking an alluring whisper.."
Are told many stories of poisons.
And have themselves in moments of deep desperation, sup'd from indented leaves of dark places, be it crowned by red sweet flowers of lace an grace, or at edge of a Darker Forest with dim eyes an heavy breath faking an alluring whisper.."
December 21, 2025 at 11:00 AM
"As one survives day to die,
Are told many stories of poisons.
And have themselves in moments of deep desperation, sup'd from indented leaves of dark places, be it crowned by red sweet flowers of lace an grace, or at edge of a Darker Forest with dim eyes an heavy breath faking an alluring whisper.."
Are told many stories of poisons.
And have themselves in moments of deep desperation, sup'd from indented leaves of dark places, be it crowned by red sweet flowers of lace an grace, or at edge of a Darker Forest with dim eyes an heavy breath faking an alluring whisper.."
"All one needs know, is if one gazes up.
If it is not there, it's not.
If it is there and bright, one can hunt.
If it is not, then stay inside by fire light.
Knowing anything more,
Is not worth the effort,
For ones life needs 'knowing' not..
One only thirsts for clean water.
An thats enough."
If it is not there, it's not.
If it is there and bright, one can hunt.
If it is not, then stay inside by fire light.
Knowing anything more,
Is not worth the effort,
For ones life needs 'knowing' not..
One only thirsts for clean water.
An thats enough."
December 21, 2025 at 11:00 AM
"All one needs know, is if one gazes up.
If it is not there, it's not.
If it is there and bright, one can hunt.
If it is not, then stay inside by fire light.
Knowing anything more,
Is not worth the effort,
For ones life needs 'knowing' not..
One only thirsts for clean water.
An thats enough."
If it is not there, it's not.
If it is there and bright, one can hunt.
If it is not, then stay inside by fire light.
Knowing anything more,
Is not worth the effort,
For ones life needs 'knowing' not..
One only thirsts for clean water.
An thats enough."
"One has many a task to do..
To gather fur for clothing to survive the comming winter.
To stack strong stone for a shelter from rain an hail.
To dry bitter herbs for medicine,
To dry an defend precious meat an stale breads..
One need not know or care such object has a name.
Or even if it's a place."
To gather fur for clothing to survive the comming winter.
To stack strong stone for a shelter from rain an hail.
To dry bitter herbs for medicine,
To dry an defend precious meat an stale breads..
One need not know or care such object has a name.
Or even if it's a place."
December 21, 2025 at 11:00 AM
"One has many a task to do..
To gather fur for clothing to survive the comming winter.
To stack strong stone for a shelter from rain an hail.
To dry bitter herbs for medicine,
To dry an defend precious meat an stale breads..
One need not know or care such object has a name.
Or even if it's a place."
To gather fur for clothing to survive the comming winter.
To stack strong stone for a shelter from rain an hail.
To dry bitter herbs for medicine,
To dry an defend precious meat an stale breads..
One need not know or care such object has a name.
Or even if it's a place."
"One needs not know it is made of rock or cheese,
Or if it is an ancient egg.
Growing as one might in reading a book,
Of characters & concepts lifting from page into our minds,
To stir new novelty.
Taking in our souls as we gaze up at it,
Closing our eyes at last,
To then find ourselves within.."
Or if it is an ancient egg.
Growing as one might in reading a book,
Of characters & concepts lifting from page into our minds,
To stir new novelty.
Taking in our souls as we gaze up at it,
Closing our eyes at last,
To then find ourselves within.."
December 21, 2025 at 11:00 AM
"One needs not know it is made of rock or cheese,
Or if it is an ancient egg.
Growing as one might in reading a book,
Of characters & concepts lifting from page into our minds,
To stir new novelty.
Taking in our souls as we gaze up at it,
Closing our eyes at last,
To then find ourselves within.."
Or if it is an ancient egg.
Growing as one might in reading a book,
Of characters & concepts lifting from page into our minds,
To stir new novelty.
Taking in our souls as we gaze up at it,
Closing our eyes at last,
To then find ourselves within.."
"One needs not taste of other beverages..
Just as one need not know what the large round glowing object high above is.
It is there most nights, waxing an waneing.
Providing a light, or markings of time for the seasons.
When it glows orange as the snow falls,
A story to match in tell by Elder calls."
Just as one need not know what the large round glowing object high above is.
It is there most nights, waxing an waneing.
Providing a light, or markings of time for the seasons.
When it glows orange as the snow falls,
A story to match in tell by Elder calls."
December 21, 2025 at 11:00 AM
"One needs not taste of other beverages..
Just as one need not know what the large round glowing object high above is.
It is there most nights, waxing an waneing.
Providing a light, or markings of time for the seasons.
When it glows orange as the snow falls,
A story to match in tell by Elder calls."
Just as one need not know what the large round glowing object high above is.
It is there most nights, waxing an waneing.
Providing a light, or markings of time for the seasons.
When it glows orange as the snow falls,
A story to match in tell by Elder calls."
"A creature, so quickly quenched of any question it ever briefly might ask..
Fed a sentence or two of definition,
But said in a knowing tone, (even if said in bluff)
An thus cemented as all there is need be known, now, then, and forever still.
Water be all one needs,
All else, not worth the effort."
Fed a sentence or two of definition,
But said in a knowing tone, (even if said in bluff)
An thus cemented as all there is need be known, now, then, and forever still.
Water be all one needs,
All else, not worth the effort."
December 21, 2025 at 11:00 AM
"A creature, so quickly quenched of any question it ever briefly might ask..
Fed a sentence or two of definition,
But said in a knowing tone, (even if said in bluff)
An thus cemented as all there is need be known, now, then, and forever still.
Water be all one needs,
All else, not worth the effort."
Fed a sentence or two of definition,
But said in a knowing tone, (even if said in bluff)
An thus cemented as all there is need be known, now, then, and forever still.
Water be all one needs,
All else, not worth the effort."
"An yet...to be met in gaze by a creature..
So content in simple water, and stale bread...
With no desire to subject themselves to more.
With no torment of a deeper thirst..
So easily quench'd & ready resume the obligates of its day,
With a greyness of Apathy in it's eyes.
'This is the only way'"
So content in simple water, and stale bread...
With no desire to subject themselves to more.
With no torment of a deeper thirst..
So easily quench'd & ready resume the obligates of its day,
With a greyness of Apathy in it's eyes.
'This is the only way'"
December 21, 2025 at 11:00 AM
"An yet...to be met in gaze by a creature..
So content in simple water, and stale bread...
With no desire to subject themselves to more.
With no torment of a deeper thirst..
So easily quench'd & ready resume the obligates of its day,
With a greyness of Apathy in it's eyes.
'This is the only way'"
So content in simple water, and stale bread...
With no desire to subject themselves to more.
With no torment of a deeper thirst..
So easily quench'd & ready resume the obligates of its day,
With a greyness of Apathy in it's eyes.
'This is the only way'"