poetry The Descent. {poetry} The descent was not an inferno Or a sordid pit of corruption or a blazing chasm of hell; It was a portal to my highest state of being. Continue Reading
you & me The Gift Of Restlessness. The hollow places inside of you that you’ve been trying to cram with the impermanent things of this world are magnified. Turned into chasms, a deep well you are terrified to peek into for fear of what you may find in the darkness. Continue Reading