Lilith is the violinist, the violin, the note stretching like a grant jeté across a stage. She’s the summer straw hat ray of sun breaking through sad face winter clouds. She’s the last grateful smiling hallelujah in the mournful choir humming a cappella. Lilith is the steel blue motionless whispers, of that arresting gaze demandingContinue reading “Lilith”
Monthly Archives: June 2018
Don’t build a monument at the place of your revelation lest it becomes dogma. Rather pitch a tent in honour of the fleeting nature of ‘wisdom’ & the truth that we are but children in the cosmos.