Phoenix

What can I say to a God ready to be born? What would I utter to that silence unmanifested? You fool, none and all. Ready to begin the journey of creation. What can I say to you? You are immeasurable, ancient and ever-new. What messages from this world would I whisper to you? There is …

A New Possibility

Here, from within the depths of a vast oceanic nothingness all is still. There is no-thing. No center. No breath. Only the deafening silence encompassing. No-one to perceive. No-one to be. Only the perfect stillness. Only ocean. Only blinding darkness. Only infinite expanse. Only void. Complete emptiness.  A restless whisper rumbles from who knows what …