She Stood in Flame, and Did Not Burn
She lifted her blossom like a vow. This entry explores the gold-toned silence of Angkor’s western gate and the devata who carries fire in stillness. A curatorial meditation on presence, memory, and the sacred act of shaping light.
Where Gold Becomes Memory
Some light does not fall. It remembers. This haibun captures the hush of that return—where gesture becomes vow and gold becomes memory. A breath of prose and haiku carved from the silence that remains.
The Blossom She Holds Is Not From Earth
Her flower was not cut—it has always bloomed in silence. This piece traces a golden hush from carved offering to sacred memory. A quiet meditation in prose and verse on presence older than stone, and gestures that endure beyond light.
The Flame She Carried Within
She stands crowned in flame, lifting a blossom the sun once kissed. This entry lingers in the hush of her presence and the golden breath that rose from stone. A meditation on light not as radiance—but as remembrance.
