Words are such untrustworthy things. They cling to the edge of the impulse-to-live as it dies. Scavengers. Every moment of consciousness is a reflection of Descartes’ cogito ergo sum. So often the translation is I think, therefore I am. But thinking is so far removed from I, much better to translate it as I am …
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Interstices
I find myself in the gaps between words. In the interstices, where awareness flows unfettered by meaning and paints a world that does not fit neatly into the dictionary. I cannot shoehorn all of myself into ways of being that end in a full stop. My sense of self stretches beyond this physical body and …
The silence of reality
The core of me is silence. A profound stillness that is thick and filling, which rises up to my mouth and spills out in feelings and words. If I sink into it, I lose the edges of myself and release outwards, gently held in an infinite womb of potential. That silence is reality, it moves …
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