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
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