Gentle soundless seeksinkless dea(p)th touching pain at every inside outside soothed surrounded floating cell self sealed beneath untrapped enwombed free child of soft vast rolling placentasm heavenly emptied pure safe purged far far away from obscene screaming concrete necessities. Gratefully I am totally blissfully eternally lost at the bottom of the ocean.
Tag: Spirituality
The Pithy George MacDonald
“Life and religion are one or neither is anything.” –George MacDonald
The Hands of the Father–George MacDonald
What follows is an excerpt from George MacDonald’s Unspoken Sermons The Hands of the Father “Father, into thy hand I commend my spirit.”—St Luke xxiii. 46. Neither St Matthew nor St Mark tells us of any words uttered by our Lord after the Eloi. They both, along with St Luke, tell us of a cry with a…
The Voice of One 