- Vol. 04
- Chapter 02
THE OCEAN AND ITS WAVES
Almost a human face almost a human hand almost a prophet: in the unconscious desert of the Godhead one speaks somehow and somehow one listens
Incandescent with inspiration his silence communicates the fire of the stars. There are no constellations except what we impose upon the void. No seeds germinate in these sterile sands, and yet the prophecy expands...
Salvation is not salvation. God is not God.
And the tide is always turning, merging our footsteps, love letters, sand castles— into the unknowledgeable darkness that looms between the stars.