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in nomine Patris, et Filii, et Spiritūs Sancti
in nomine Patris, et Filii, et Spiritūs Sancti
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Fiona Lokot
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morality
What use is outward good behaviour if the mind is darkened by hatred? Change the inside first, and the outside is bound to follow.
Easter Story
1 May 2009 / Easter Story / A great cross stands tall upon a dark mountaintop. As the sun begins to rise the sky turns red and black clouds…
I. He Left Me To Die Here – 1 of 3
When I finally opened my eyes, it was into the searing white heat of a desert landscape. Sun-bleached stones and striated mesas came into f…
II. He Let Me Hold His Hand – 2 of 3
It was hard travelling with him. He moved so quickly and easily in the soft, shifting sands and over rough, sharp grass and rocks. Sometime…
III. He Said I Could Never Be Happy In This Place…
We sat by the silver stream, watching the clouds drift across the caerulean expanse of a kind sky. It was quiet, more peaceful here. / He l…
untitled (lifted from my journal)
Be merciful, I beg you / You know that I am dust / and broken soul fragments / bound together by a fragile spirit / floundering my way thro…
sunrise over swamps
Winter sunrise. / Cold and dark. / The swirl of deep blue storm clouds rushing across the horizon, framed by bare-branched trees. / It is c…
prove me wrong
something is terribly wrong within me, with me
path of life
the solitude of mystic wanderings