I begin not with a face,but with a tree.
The Bodhi tree rises on my canvas,its branches patient with...
At birth I stood where three paths split the road,The signposts pale, the forest breathing night,Each...
The first episode of this long unfolding began in silence, before hydrogen found the courage to gather,...
The sky had already practiced annihilation.
When stone fell from orbit and the age of colossal reptiles...
For billions of years, life remained small and patient.
The oceans were filled with cells that divided...
Life did not rush toward grandeur.
It did not immediately sculpt forests or summon creatures that could...
The oceans had finally settled into themselves.
Not into silence, never into silence, but into rhythm....
There is a tendency to imagine beginnings as gentle. A cradle. A quiet glow. A slow unfolding into order....
There are regions within a galaxy where gravity lowers its voice.
Not because it weakens, but because...
The universe had learned to bleed.
Not in the way fragile things bleed, not as loss, but as release....
The first stars did not exist to endure.
They existed to transform.
When the earliest stars ignited,...
There was a long time when the universe knew light, but did not yet know fire.
It had already survived...