Changing your mind can move you into another dimension. Passages materialize exposing a hidden world that was there all along.

The old house had a thousand doors in it.All old houses do. You can see them if you know how to look: the noontime shadow of a windowpane crawling with intent across a floor; unmeasured...

Reflections…passages in time..sometimes, the only things that make sense..the only peace I find..is found somewhere, unwritten..in between the lines.