spark the r e M E M B E R ing

The old stories never leave us. They recede into the safety of jungled nooks and underwater caves, waiting to initiate the compassionate ears of wounded healers

Notes from Egypt

In the silence of the material senses lies the key to the unveiling of wisdom. He who talks does not know; he who knows does not talk.

Final blooms

Spiders are seeking sanctuary indoors, bees drowsy with fall’s medicine find final rest on their favorite blossoms.

Krishna’s sister

This one enjoys the feeling of being incomplete, as if wrapping things up would offend the majesty of the infinite.