to give form to the silent urgings that would otherwise dissipate, unsaid, into the hush around me. Each day is a negotiation between the unseen world within and the resistant world without; i translate myself into words and know that even if no one comes to witness these artefacts, the work is not for nothing.…
once you are ready to speak, to say what you mean and hear yourself, hear your voice pure and clear. You will feel once you are ready to feel, the weight of your heart, the truth of your spirit. You will see once you are ready to be seen, to stand in front of the…
unsaid, undone, unresolved, but it is felt, has its effects and it is seen by some; by those who are sensitive, compassionate, intuitive, empathetic, by those who can read between the lines, who can listen to silences, who can hear whispers, who can see through shadows, who can read faces, who can feel what others…
the fundament of existence arises, unconditional, absolute; Life is not an argument or abstract ideal, not a puzzle to be solved, not even a sequence of choices. It is finality, a line without revision, the single mark of ink that will never be erased. Each pulse of thumping blood is a declarative sentence in the…
of life is unconditional joy; the maintenance of a self by means of carefully rationed self deception is always saddening… © KD.W.Heim
silence beneath all appearance; the source cannot be grasped or controlled, only aligned with, through presence and authenticity… © KD.W.Heim
the act of chronicling is not a futile endeavour, a way of marking time while the world slips past unrecorded and unremarked. To transcribe this strange, flickering sonata is not to control it; the act of writing does not still the chaos, nor does it grant any special dominion over what passes before my eyes.…
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