Blessed are these feet that strike rhythms in the divine calculus of your grace. That blister and bleed in homage to that which pervades all and moves us in tandem perfection with the elixir of existence. Painted and peeled, they exist as idols in themselves; the ground which holds me.
A human who often ponders the ways of magic and chaos in the world. The fray of which I write is the fray between worlds; between dimensions; between selves; between forms; between time. My contemplation of these ideas have lead me to explore a range of creative and existential mediums, curious about the source and experience of identity, the embodiment of our manifold complexities, freedom, evolution, and transcendence. Sometimes, words, images and sounds well up inside me and spill out when I least expect it, and sometimes they don’t. Such is the learning.
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