Seeing Beyond Sight

Seeing Beyond Sight

As my eyes close, the search begins in that quiet country where sight no longer rules. There are things the eye refuses to confess—small presences it passes over without pause—yet they do not vanish when darkness settles upon the lids. They remain where they have...
Dawn

Dawn

At the edge of waking, before the day has fully taken its shape, there is a brief stillness in which the mind lies open. Light gathers quietly along the walls. The air rests, unclaimed. In that hour, thoughts do not yet press forward, but drift, half-formed, like...
Hiraeth

Hiraeth

My blood knows where it belongs, as if it were a thread drawn from an older loom and left, for a long while, to wander—still tethered, still remembering the hand that first measured it. It knows ancestral land. It knows the weight of it. And when that knowing stirs,...
One Waits

One Waits

In the winter mornings, when the sun rises low and strikes the glass of the windowpane, a faint mist gathers along the outer edges. It does not settle evenly. It draws inward, leaving the center clear while the margins cloud and pale. For a brief moment, caught...
Time to Ponder

Time to Ponder

There are those who seat themselves in thought and call it wisdom. They linger long in reflection, weighing and reweighing, until pondering becomes a posture they defend rather than a passage they were meant to cross. Their hands grow still, not from weariness, but...
Wisdom

Wisdom

Wisdom is not quick to announce herself. More often, she waits. She abides in stillness, and in that stillness she is not idle. There are times when victory is not seized or proclaimed, but given quietly, carried on the back of silence and received only by those who...