The third in a seven-part series of short musings. Emptiness. Space. Darkness. I am the night, the deep of the void. The waiting vessel. Blackness, nothing. The secret womb. What will be? From where comes the tone–the tone of God–the … Continue reading →
Seven Days of the Heart
The third in a seven-part series of short musings. Emptiness. Space. Darkness. I am the night, the deep of the void. The waiting vessel. Blackness, nothing. The secret womb. What will be? From where comes the tone–the tone of God–the … Continue reading →