Threshold gallery
This gallery was crafted over many years. Each image, and accompanying reading, was made slowly through exploration, presence, and deep listening. Thank you for being here, and for your attention to these little squares of light.
Cradled in the fortress of darkness
everything is the one question
when will I
Live Wide Open
The broom was born of walls.
Dust belongs to the Earth,
and we, outside
At this threshold
Eyes wide at the enigma
Ally or my undoing?
Yes
Summoned
By the kiss of fire
We rise
And turn to the light
Marveling at the invitation
To love and dance
Deep in the labyrinth of life
Remember
There is but one ancient door
One blinding destination
Every obstacle
A handhold
Each jagged trial
A requisite
Step to the light
Each stone we heave upon the wall
For protection, shelter, or division
Is fated to fall