I stand at the boundary of my mind, the place marking a transition between conscious knowledge and subconscious belief. Frightening are the mind’s thin places, the boundaries where exterior facades fail and the true self emerges. The point at which memories become myths, thoughts lose their certainty, and images are incoherent. Within this clarity of … Continue reading Image at the Edge of Memory
I lie awake. Restless, unsettled, disturbed. My mind races at night’s darkest hour. Tonight marks the unwanted return of the unanswerable. I try to sleep. Apprehensive, tense, burdened. It comes without warning. Questions of the deepest sort announce an uneasy transition between sleep and wakefulness. Asking what shouldn’t be asked.Thinking what shouldn’t be thought.Imagining what … Continue reading Questions in the Night
Time departing toward the end of one history and the beginning of another. Or is it the same history, burdened to relive the momentum of actions past forever and ever? History, wandering aimlessly so, seeks relief from the end of all ends. “The end of history in the sense of the inner aim or the … Continue reading The End of History
is it that this next year is only next, the latest in a sequence of years, or that it’s just gotta replace the prior year, or it damn well better be different than last year? do we vote for different or replacing vs. embracingwhat came before? will this next new yearonly be new because it never … Continue reading what makes a year new or happy?
Le Souffle de Vie pervades my senses, saturates my body, imbues me with the spirit of the age. The same primordial spirit that has filled the life of every human to walk on the earth. And in it I feel a presence, comforting and familiar, urging me to breathe more deeply. To take more of … Continue reading Le Souffle de Vie (The Breath of Life)