Echoes
In the sun’s orb, made porous to receiveAnd drink the liquid light; firm to retainHer gathered beams, great palace now
In the sun’s orb, made porous to receiveAnd drink the liquid light; firm to retainHer gathered beams, great palace now
The mysteries do not always reveal themselves through deprivation. … Continue readingThe Red Thread: An October Meditation on the Mysteries of the Flesh