Only one thing is certain for us: life. The rest is unknown or non-existent.
We are all one, and at some point, as we transition into the now, we forget. We are bound by that thread that we can't see, but we know it's there.
It is something we have all heard about but have not been told.
Now, in this collection of poetry written in prose, the author takes us down the path of the soul from the perspective of the soul itself, where getting lost in what is the heart and what is the self will take you into a perpetual now.
You will find yourself holding that thread and that you know it is the hand of another soul, and you don't know if it is your soul or not, because as the day goes by it turns out to be the same.
During the course of this journey, there will be times when you will not know if you are here or not, but you will surely be in a now where you will not let go of the thread that holds the soul.
And at some point in the journey you will discover that a book is not the only thing you have in your hands.
