in this moment leaves no possibility of retreat… © KD.W.Heim

that makes impenetrable, insensible and untouchable, but to be vulnerable, fragile and delicate; to be so full of life, that its light cannot be shadowed… © KD.W.Heim

flaws and imperfections, make unique and whole, make real… © KD.W.Heim

is to be a reminder of the beauty and magic in this chaotic world; for you are you and that is more than enough… © KD.W.Heim

openness, acceptance and innocence;  if not nothing, then maybe everything… © KD.W.Heim

  something in perception grows sharper, more insistent; as if deprived of everything else,  the act of noticing is the entire meaning of existence… © KD.W.Heim

lies the weight of all our yesterdays and the promise of all our tomorrows… © KD.W.Heim

quietly breeds copies of itself, a thousand whispers in the wind, a thousand shadows on the ground, a thousand fingerprints on every object. the present multiplies, each instance a unique iteration of a feeling or an action; repeating itself, with slight variations, like a kaleidoscope, never the same, but never truly new. it holds us…

lead to now-here; it is not that other options vanish, they curl around each other, fusing, until the sum of all trajectories, every permutation of yes and no, right and wrong, action and inaction intersects at this moment. Lines radiate from a point, eventually curving back in a kind of cosmic Ouroboros. At the edge…

the choreography of daily life is fiction;  what was is irretrievable,  what is is subtly different, as if the world itself had slipped by a fraction of a degree, what might be, might be … © KD.W.Heim