Synkroniciti is stoked to welcome Houstonian visual artist (and poet) Brooke Summers-Perry with two rich and evocative abstract paintings. Persist, formerly titled love anyway, is a circling, vibrant pattern of blue, …
A wound in the soul, coming from the rending of the spiritual body, strange as it may seem, gradually closes like a physical wound. And once a deep wound …
A poem begins with a lump in the throat; a homesickness or a love sickness. It is a reaching-out toward expression; an effort to find fulfillment. A complete poem …
An Eagle was soaring through the air when suddenly it heard the whizz of an Arrow, and felt itself wounded to death. Slowly it fluttered down to the earth, …
The Camellia Tree of Matsue At Matsue, There was a Camellia Tree of great beauty Whose blossoms were white as honey wax Splashed and streaked with the pink of fair …
You cannot disown what is yours. Flung out, there is always the return, the reckoning, the revenge, perhaps the reconciliation. There is always the return. And the wound will take …
The wound is the place where the Light enters you. —Rumi
