Neither. Neither good nor bad. Neither right nor wrong. Neither better nor worse. It just is. And it’s all holy.

Something Nothing

It’s a something nothing, an undisturbed spaciousness silently being. Everything else may be louder, but nothing else is more beautiful.


I didn’t see it as a photograph until now, the individual elements forming a whole. A snapshot of awareness captured in time, pictured into oneness via a single observer. When you recognize the unity of emptiness, everything is in focus.


I choose love. I know what reality is, I’ve seen behind the veil. But after finding nothingness at the end of this inquiry, I choose to return to you instead.

The Void

Strobe flashes of light and dark, high and lows felt so deeply. The pulsing pauses on the tragedy of loss, on the absence of forever. It consumes my insides and feels like the void.


This thick-skinned pachyderm has a body that never forgets. Around the afternoon watering hole, an elder’s comments bring shame to her cheeks, while a familiar breeze stirs fire in her belly. What was then and what is now requires an elephant’s vigilance.