Author: Staff, Sisters Academy

Sounds swirls around us, tongues of silence speaks of love, breathing, heavy, calm, teardrops falling in tin-bowls, silent sobbing, sand sliding through fingers and hands, firewood cracks open, red and green stars, the dust is descending inside these walls, condensed thoughts, lumps in throats, eyelashes clashing, hanging birch-wood-branches, spirits memories dreams symbiotic songs from the grapes on the hedges, fire burning wild – wanting to reach out- wanting to touch,…

Dear Weaver Dear Drop Dear Sad Dancer Dear Flame Dear Journey Man   As I am on my way to meet you, these thoughts are running through my mind… The day is bathed with a rose like sheer. Soft but still blinding. It gives me comfort to remember, that I am not my eyes. Soon I will get to know you. I will collect the sound of passing through –…

The sound of a star, divine furnaces of the universe, twinkling dots of the night sky. Genesis. Hydrogen and Helium fusing in the furnace, building blocks of the universe, creating coal, nitrogen, oxygen, iron… Creating the building blocks of our surroundings, everything we see, smell, touch, taste, sense. You and me, we are born of stars, everything we ever were and ever will be, the sound of creation. – The…

//Flow

//Flow