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The Whisper And The Echo

The Whisper And The Echo

A man looked for meaning. For his very place in life. He searched high and low. He’d often hear a whisper, calling his name from the other side of what seemed like a door …

Under the Stars

Under the Stars

When did you last lie still as still can be, and breathe in the stars? For they sit patiently each night, waiting for you to share the honesty of your dreams.

Conscious Revolution

Conscious Revolution

These times call for a conscious revolution in the way we act towards one another, driven by our capacity to better see and experience the common humanity that lives deep within our bones.

On You, Me and God

On You, Me and God

If no one had ever told you of God, what would be your understanding of God? If no one had ever told you of Me, what would be your understanding of Me? If you …

Run

Run

Run. Run until you can hide no more. Headlong towards a life of importance. And the person worthy of a place in this World. Run until the pain becomes inexplicable. unbearable. Until you feel your very soul bleeding dry. And then stop. Stop dead. Beyond the delusion of slowing down. Which is still running …

The Boy Who Would Leap

The Boy Who Would Leap

He’s somewhere between thirty and forty. Perhaps fifty. Maybe sixty. He wants to play. Without prescription. He wants to stamp. And to stomp. And to run. And to leap from chair to chair.

In This Time Of Chaos

In This Time Of Chaos

In this time of visceral chaos what if this were the last time I were to see you. Might the possibility of words left unsaid haunt the rest of my days …

The Reflection

The Reflection

As I gaze into the world, I realize that nothing falters in its ability to reflect what I’ve come here to see. My challenge remains …

From Unimaginable Depths

From Unimaginable Depths

From the unimaginable depths of human darkness exists an almost unintelligible shard of light. So vague that it might remain unseen. So vague that it
might remain unseen. But it’s from such a shard that hope is born.

A Note From Behind The Camera

A Note From Behind The Camera

From a palpable and utter stillness, it is as if the subject ‘is being spoken’. They are not speaking ‘to’ or ‘at’ the world in expectation of something in return, as is so often the case. Here, there is nowhere to hide. Here there is no need to hide. Here there is the letting go of control. The control that kept us from seeing one another.