Well

I love to pour the Mystery back into the Well. Is it spirit or matter? Is it metaphor or perception? Is it particle or wave? Mirage or stillness? One of us, or two? I don't know. I don't know. I don't know. I love to say it, 'I don't know.' I love our dialog of eyes, and words that melt into the silence of the heart.

(Picture: Sacred well in the Kom Obo temple, Egypt)