Darkness is the shadow of grace

Bones wrapped in silence. Silence not as an absence of life but as an absence of noise in the mind and as the presence of being …

Beauty is. Plain. Like a bath. She pushes thoughts into the background like fire the wolves. Celebrating the sweetness of being …

Underneath the crusts of will and desire is the early flowering of seeing and astonishment, created since the first steps, without form, yet full of life, still fresh …