On my skin,The glimmer of a candle flameBrings up Savannah.The colors of scrub landSoftly abandonedBy a setting sun. The light changesThe fine lines of timeInto
Étiquette : light
One Flash Here
‘This little light of mineI’m gonna let it shine’ With such a fragment of lightSet ablaze in our inner tubeA result of a supple moveUnfurled
Into Being Now
There was something puzzled in me When you spoke, when you moved I would wait, further back, And then I understood. Your automatic cues, picked
A Hole in my Heart
Preliminary note : The prayer of the heart, or Jesus Prayer, is a very important practice in Eastern Christianity. It constists in pronuncing the name
Headlamp Adventure
We move through life the way we advance in a cave, with a headlamp beaming forward. As we enter the room of our thirties, we
Let God Through
The concept of God is paradoxically the most opaque of all filters. It sneaks somewhere between the eye of the observer and the inner lens,
The Ritual Within
The true ritual is within us. Ritual. At most, what we generally refer to as ‘rituals’ across different traditions act as a mirror, an occasion to
Candid Candle
I am not a flickering candle. I am a candle whose flame is being momentarily agitated by drafts. Windows will be closed, doors will be
Notes & Silence 