Instructed by emptiness
My soul longs for you . . . In these days of Coronavirus, we know about unknowing. We know about not knowing what comes next, we [...]
My soul longs for you . . . In these days of Coronavirus, we know about unknowing. We know about not knowing what comes next, we [...]
Two days ago a woven box appeared on my table. It was a mystery, delivered by someone unknown. From it this small, round stone appeared. The [...]