Contrast

I crave contrast. I live for the difference. When the ocean wave crashes against hard rock. The dramatic spray of salt that touches my face, I taste life. The dissonance of notes, that are fighting to belong to the melodic harmony once again. I want to feel something real. I live for the twilight, where …

The Witness

What is your religion? I’m not a Christian, Muslim, Jew, Hindu, Shaman or Buddhist. I am a witness, to beauty made manifest through beating hearts and moving bones. Before water carved its way through a mountain and called itself a river. Before the branch broke free from the standing tree, and yielded fruit. I am …