Lest we learn at each day’s end, we have another chance to mend. Not to become what we should be, but learn there is no fault in me. For in this place and in this time, I rest unsure a weary mind. At day’s break I hope to know less; to rise unscathed from God’s own mess.
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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. View all posts by explorationsofthefray