My birth was a quick one. I remember my mother telling about how she almost gave birth to me in the car on the way to the hospital.
I was born with the umbilical cord...
I was falling into the farthest recesses of an immense emptiness and aloneness
- the dimension of grief.
In my chosen seclusion from the world, I chose music to help soothe my aching soul.
It allowed me...
How can it be that death has brought so much light into my life?
Is it possible, to be more, after loss?
Death is space
Emptiness is the Light
Even though I can see a line over the horizon
I know it is just an illusion.