Author: Matt Williamson

In The Darkness

The air was sprinkled with droplets of raw heat. The sun had exploded and now shining balls of fury no bigger than eyes were raining…

She is the raging storm, I am the dew on the grass. She is the sun itself, I am the reflection from the prayer bowl.…

The old master sat deep inside of the crystal cave before a low fire. He chanted his mantra, absentmindedly flipping the beads of his mala.…