Imagine to Remember

Despite a very religious upbringing I do not know God. What I know, what I have are a set of facts that I learned first as child and later through my own study, but this is purely cerebral, academic. It lacks what is essential. I can, for example, recite verses and passages. I can explain Continue reading

The lonely queen⁣⁣upon her throne⁣⁣longs to make⁣⁣her true face known ⁣ Continue reading

In many languages the etymology of sin is derived from an archery term. A sin is to miss the mark. A sin is not only to do what one should not, but also what one fails to do that they should. A sin is to veer from one’s own path, to ignore the call. For Continue reading

black doves taking flight soft against the dark of night what I will, what I might wish this wish here this night eveningstar, Venus smiles starry this sky, for a while Continue reading

I have strayed many times from my path. In my many sojourns I find myself dangerously close to the edge. I dance on slippery rocks, taunting the abyss with my hands in the air and snaking hips. I find it thrilling, the possibility of my own annihilation. It is as Clarice Lispector describes in her Continue reading

⁣⁣The veil is as thin as it has ever been. Between us and the numinous, the other worlds, beyond the beyond, the dreamscapes that you are already forgetting upon waking. It is all right there, just at the edge of your fingertips, the limits of your perception. The separation is the illusion, the unity is Continue reading

The end is near. As it has always been. Every birth carries the promise of death. The age of the earth is a mystery. The men of science and the men of religion can debate amongst themselves till the end of time. Because really that is the only truth, the end. The time that elapses Continue reading

I often feel that I am split by two desires. Pulled by warring forces. I stand at the point at which one path diverges from another and I am paralyzed by fear, or is it cowardice? Every choice is also a negation, every action a refutation. But I am suspicious of my own desires and Continue reading

In the Passion According to G.H Clarice Lispector writes “Nostalgia is not for the God who is missing to us, it is a nostalgia for ourselves, for we do not sustain ourselves; we miss our impossible grandeur – my unreachable nowness is my paradise lost.” God is not missing to us and yet we are Continue reading

My deepest desire, my bottomless need has always been for goodness. To be good; in my own childish conception there was no middle ground, no greyness that would make room for real humanity. Not being good necessarily meant being bad, wicked, cast out of heaven, into an endless wandering. And I did not aspire to Continue reading