“Where am I?” Horace asked himself as he walked out of the doors into the afternoon sunshine. This was the second time in recent memory that Horace had experienced some disorientation when exiting a store – or was it the third time, he wondered? Standing in the doorway, he didn’t panic – years of martial…
Author: daniel sinclair
The Place
Original Publish Date: 7.1.1 There is a place Between all of the paradoxical dialectics Where time and truth meet And Isness replaces both So that neither exists except In the present moment. I will meet you there And we will become re-aquainted
Death
Original Publish Date: 7.1.1 Every ache Speaks of a time When we will meet You are the doorway through which Even the Saints must pass Sometimes I feel you Creeping up from behind Others, you are a distant Point of darkness That could spring up At a missed traffic light Or in a winter virus…
