Dust off your soul There was a time when she could not sleep for the gnawing thoughts that ate at her efforts to find peace. “Tell us,” they shouted, “Tell us before we die. Speak of us, why don’t you?” “But I do,” she reasoned. “Not enough!” They screamed. “Not enough!” “She looked at them […]
25.08.2017 12:00
Into the unknown Here the sky is blue, the clouds are white, the trees between are green. Their branches sway, rocked by the familiar gentleness of the wind’s lullaby. A black bird drifts by on the soft breeze. He has flown through here yesterday, and every day before. A dog barks in the distance at […]
Before Time
The Second Circumcision of Freedom The second circumcision of freedom happened through the godly benevolence of the Organisation. The self was an imperfect vessel to be purified by daily ingestion of holy scripture, selfless salvation of lost sheep, by godly acts and deeds that left no place for experimenting with worldly things. By the age […]
23.05.2017 9:26
Behind red curtains She cracked open her eyelids, lifting her chin slightly. There was too much light but she did not draw the blinds. The lazy pleasures of the night were now gone, they had not even lingered long enough to greet Morpheus. In their wake were a stinging bitterness on the tongue and an […]
04.05.2017 23:34
Between blue checkered sheets “Aren’t you ashamed?” she laughed. “No,” I replied. But yes, there was a time when I wore Shame like a cloak. A thin, impenetrable barrier that hid me from my Self. Shame was a layer of my skin. I did not know then that she was an intruder, an alien […]
02-04-2007 18:33
Memorial The record of April. She was at the meeting place of The Organisation. Most people called it church. Not them, they were special. They called it Bethel. There was a quiet celebration going on. It was the memorial of the death of the Christ. She liked the feeling she got when she walked into […]