Spritual Writings

Ice Ribs

Featured in one of my books

Each word we speak in Truth is a dying.

But you say you want to live

An exposure of our emptiness, a revelation of the core, of no control, and no one at the helm.

As captain of your ship

Only an endless expanse of water, only empty witnesses – part and parcel of creation. Our essence is beautiful, is still, is nothing.

So here is your skeleton crew.