“A man who is born falls into a dream like a man falls into the sea…” – Joseph Conrad

We go into the unknown. We wrap ourselves in mutton fur and joke about our self-importance filling time and space to follow secret-heartedly the thunderous silence of being.

Where this world meets that world prayers are spoken, charms are whispered, tears are wept in our most intimate encounters.

Welcome home! whisper the leaves of the elm, the roaring waters of the falls, the lashing tempest on the sea, the tenderness of your lips on my ear, the burning sunrays in the desert mountains, the breeze that blows strains of hair out of our faces. Welcome home.