Divided. Mixed. A contradiction, maybe. A paradox at the least. Deep in my soul lies a question, words unformed. It’s as if only an answer will clarify its edges. Therein lies the writer’s task: to dig in heart’s caverns, to sift out the sediment knowledge and reveal… something. But what is it? What is … [Read More]
Of Broken Hearts and Beatitudes
Blessed are the poor in spirit; theirs is the Kingdom of Heaven. It may be that when we no longer know what to do we have come our real work, and that when we no longer know which way to go we have come to our real journey. The mind that is not baffled … [Read More]