Resistant to the call, disdainful and intolerant of embarking on such a path, spirituality arrived like a sledgehammer.

Accounts of an astral visitation with Hans + poem that resulted from the encounter.

Me, dressed in the finest intentions, glancing over, once, and then–the sky opened up. You were heavenly, frightfully sublime...

When reality suffuses our castle in the air, the yearning resumes its poisoned trail, weighing the heart. fogging the mind.