My heart opened toward you, cathedral doors swung wide in welcome. Reds and blues water across the floor— purple etches love.
Category: Stone
Hidden wisdom becomes enduring truth, mystery grounded in matter.
The Soul Bell
I learned to call it the soul bell. She still rings when something resonates profound.
Thirteen Years Later
“Hi, Jon,” I said. When I heard you answer back—using my name— I lost all composure. I cried, because you were one of the only ones who ever said my name with love.
The Halls of the Heart
I imagine I wouldn’t leave if I ever stepped into one in person. How could I abandon what has already changed me— what has built an inner sanctum from its very presence?
Roots Never Leave a Person
She loved to work creatively, her hands always busy with some dream needing anchored in reality.
The Cathedral
The mind is a cathedral.
Jasmine on the Grave 