Spritual Writings

A bell rings, blown in the wind

Originally published: Sep 2001

A bell rings, blown in the wind. There is no one there to hear it and never was. Yet I hear it ringing; hear the sound of Reality.

All I ever wanted spills at my feet as desire itself unravels and reason-for-being melts into simple fear of dissolution.

In the blackest abyss is Singular Life – Singular Presence. Past these words I cannot take you, but speak from them without fear.