Letting Go

I wondered whether I was small and insignificant enough to pass through the eye of a needle.

To be Free

Release from the shackles of a mind made prison, sought for so many years and yet so recently achieved.

I had a curious sensation of fading, being absorbed into the background, while walking along a country lane in glorious winter sunshine.

I hadn’t quite realized until very recently just how damaging the human ego is.

“Exi ergo, transgressor. Exi, seductor, plene omni dolo et fallacia, virtutis inimici, innocentium persecutor.”