Water ever seeks it’s perfect peace, from mountain heights to scattered oceans deep. So too our spirit follows

I read such woeful words penned by a fallen brother; his message cut me deeply. He prayed to all that’s holy that he might cry again.

Listen. There it is. The hum of perfect silence at the centre of all that is, and isn’t.

I was surrounded by many desperate, troubled people. There was much drinking, drugging, and violence. Women were being bought and sold,

The old man, who thinks he’s dying, approached me with these words. I am sorry

My father is dead, still he speaks through me; “Don’t say anything....OR ELSE!… There was plenty of “OR ELSE!” to go around.

I am awash with tears of mourning for what I thought was dead and go… as though a flood of holy water has broken through the stony dam I contrived to spare this brittle…

This trembling grief is for a long lost soul, a young, guileless child I once knew as me. I truly believed