Unencumbered of soul, we tread these dunes like spiders. I have tasted of the sands of bitterness, and found them to be sweet. I have...

that silk fabric of the Universe I’ve worn for a cloak wove’ by the gentle hands of the Prince of Peace. the soft sands of Spirit and the...

“I could turn a blind eye, watch the sundial wither by the moon and waves of glass pound against the sand like massive fists white, too...