Stillness Before Time Resumes
I arrived before birdsong, before even the guards had stirred. The corridor exhaled its centuries in the scent of lichen, ash, and wet sandstone. No wind—only the curl of incense from a monk’s hand. Then He emerged: Ta Reach, eight-armed, garlanded in jasmine and time, veiled in half-light. Not standing in glory, but stillness.
I waited until thought dissolved. The camera remained open—not to take, but to receive. One breath. One long exposure. Later, in the darkroom, I shaped that hush with shadow and light. Every curve remembered.
Still before the gods—
stone listens more than it speaks,
light becoming vow.
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On The Lantern Chronicles, I gather writings from Angkor, myth and legend, contemplative essays, and poetry — works shaped by silence, beauty, wonder, memory, and the deeper questions that follow us through the world.
It is a place for stone and story, reflection and vow, shadow and revelation.
You would be most welcome there.