Samara
When does the path we walk on lock around our feet?
When does the road become a river with only one destination?
Death waits for us all in Samara. But can Samara be avoided?
MICHAEL STEWART
MICHAEL STEWART
When does the path we walk on lock around our feet?
When does the road become a river with only one destination?
Death waits for us all in Samara. But can Samara be avoided?
Everything around us, this day to day existence, stops us from being who we really are.
Imagine two realities intertwined but at one time separate. Everything that’s possible happening simultaneously but happening in an illogical order.
But sometimes illumination comes to our rescue at the very moment when all seems lost; we have knocked at every door and they open on nothing until, at last, we stumble unconsciously against the only one through which we can enter the kingdom we have sought in vain a hundred years – and it opens….
It begins where it ends…in nothingness. A nightmare born from deepest fears, coming to me unguarded…whispering images unlocked from time and distance. A soul unbound – touched by others but never held. On a course charted by some unseen hand. The journey ahead promising no more than my past reflecting back upon me. Until at…