Author: Matt Williamson

Om

OM The imperishable sound, is the seed of all that exists. The past, present, the future, all are but the unfolding of OM. And whatever…

An old monk walked slowly toward the butter lamps, stopping against the wall for a moment before smiling for the last time. A realization of…

I said I would give you a sonnet, I made no promise it would be worthy… Is there a reason to imagine this light…