Author name: vic

The Loom of the Sun, and a Smaller Tapestry The great loom moves. It weaves the day in light, unravels […]

The Stillness at the Centre of the Sea The room is vast. A cathedral of light and quiet. A held

The Path That Was Never Drawn, Only Discovered A line in the earth. A suggestion made by feet, by rain,

The Pooling of Morning Light The sun arrives not as a flood, but as a visitor. It slips, hesitates. It

The Quiet Heart of the Room The hour before dawn. The light is soft and grey, holding its breath. In

The Threshold Crossed, The Page Unwritten The door swings open on a sigh of new wood and stillness. Boxes huddle

The Threshold, Worn Smooth A path is not worn by a single journey. It is shaped by ten thousand returns.

The Empty Space That Beckons The light softens, slants, falls. Dust motes, ever-faithful, spiral in a silent waltz. There is