Journey To The Self – Viaje Hacia El Ser

  • I dwell in the memories…

    I dwell in the memories of words never spoken. I am the meaning of All that Is. I live without ever being seen. I Die, only to live again forever. I live through the deepest knowing; I am here. I exist in the deepest corner of Emptiness. I am in every You, you run away…

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  • This emptiness

    This emptiness fills me. The longing for meaning, for something timeless, for truth, for the eternal embrace of freedom from fear, longing for the source of everything fuels my existence. If the search ends what is left? . Nothing. . Not my identity. Not me. . Only emptiness. . Emptiness. … The path to peace…

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  • I am not here… 

    I am not here to tell you what to do. I am not here to tell you how to be you. I am not here to lead you anywhere. I am not here to judge you. I am not here to heal you. . I am here as a reflection of you. I am here…

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  • I need to let go

      Photo by me in South Africa When I was a little girl, I was physically punished/abused many years by my caretakers/nannies. I was so terrified of the consequences that I never told my parents, or anyone, except for one of my sisters, who is only a year younger than me and suffered the same…

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  • Road Trips

    Photo of me in South Africa Road trips always remind me of life itself. . Maybe it is such a cliche, but still rings true for me. Not knowing where the road will take us each day, but knowing our final destination we keep going forward. Life also has a very distinct ‘destination’ although I…

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