Constant Velocity

A series of twelve stories exploring the surrender of self, a redefining of perception,

and the journey through the labyrinth of our own deceptions into a center that has the capacity to hold us.

I am drawn to the center; it is the womb I long to enter again in order to find truth. I want to swim undisturbed in water that muffles the sound of the outside world. I want to be close to something that has capacity to take all of me and to hold me there, enveloping me in a mutual reciprocity. I want to eradicate any artifice supplanting the intent assigned to me. I want to be free of doubt, acting on my own behalf to be heard and seen as I am, recognizing how the lines of both my pain and joy have led me full circle through the labyrinth.

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