ENTRANCEMENT

THE ENTRANCE TO TRANCE BEING IN BALI, I’d heard about ceremonies of trance — the dream state of otherworldly reckoning. Being in Bali is a trance — and surely, it is an entrance to another world. Would that be entrancement? BEING IN A DARK TUNNEL, I...

APPROACHING THE CITADEL

IT’S TRUE. As I’m making my way, I am making my way. It’s being made, not formed in the abstraction of luck, the luckless and the fated gate of timely portals. Instead — the path that you take is the path that you make, in the founding find of...

RELENTLESSNESS

I WILL STRIDE, WITHOUT RELENT, UNSTOPPING IN THE TIDE OF TIME — AND CEASE NOT, THE TURNING SEAS, SIEZE: TILL THE SEASON — NO MORE. As I contemplate the relentless, it’s so — that the movement of anything, everything, continues, far beyond our...

the word, changed

when I draw this word in the sand, it changed with the time, the softening wind and the tides — the movement of the world changed that story told, finger in sand. And story became something wondrously new and alive — until: it vanished. “I wrote the...

THE MARK

THE DEVICE, THE MESSAGE & THE COMMUNITY While I’m working in Vancouver, I’m looking at a sign, part of one — and a message. It’s not the whole sign, but there is a telling in what remains. I’m thinking about the label — the...