a photographic pilgrimage to Orthodox Christian monasteries across the continent
Meandering Through a Literary Life
Orthodox Christianity, Culture and Religion, Making the Journey of Faith
Erik Kwakkel blogging about medieval manuscripts
"That's the big what happened."
Networking the complexity community since 1999
The Prose & Poetry of Seth Wieck
All my Words are Silent 
Recognition.
The outer becomes inner.
Becoming inner, it is owned.
Owned, it becomes fixed.
Fixed, it separates from the outer.
Sharp edged, clear illusion:
It resides, a palace
Of neuronal muttering.
Towers
Of ivory,
Towers
Of bone….
or change words into worlds 😉
Great quote about writing!
PRECISELY!
or worlds into lines or worlds into images or … 🙂
hey! that should be a post to itself! (or is it?) thanks simon!
It may be. I tucked it away for a rainy day.