Thursday, June 18, 2026
So deep, so broad, so vast is the love which cannot fade! How can you be reached when you have submerged yourself in the unfathomable nature of the deep? Even the void is full! I’m gone, but in the profound quiescence which anchors my core being. Have I been buried? Hardly – I’m still here. But this time, I’m here – still. Sine Nomine (Without a name).
My innards have downshifted and evolved into a crystalized stillness that feels soft and wispy, yet incredibly durable. This dissolution is a cessation of the swirling cesspool that plagued me. I cannot be yanked back to the surface to defend myself, to clutch for things like attention, to be offended, or to fear. I’ve been anchored to the depths, summoned by a quiescence which seems absent from the surface itself, but there, slyly, just “under it.” Always there between the lines. Sine Nomine.
The quiet presence will continue to anchor me until my form becomes transparent and no longer resembles the former – rushy, grabby, clingy, fidgety, and afraid. From within the gravitas and the comfort of the still waters I will not chase, hoard, nor claim credit and pass blame. What I bring back to the surface is anonymous, not mine, but treasured. Sine Nomine.
From the depths of my soul, I have no name, no history, no control, no need, no time, and no fear. I heal myself from the inside. I become a baby and return to the womb, quietly nestled to my mother, surrounded by warm ambient fluidity. I’m still here. I’m here – still. Sine Nomine.
I may need to withdraw, go back to my hermitage. But worry not, your dwelling is also in me and I in you. The de profundis is nameless, but not without love, foreknowledge, or omnipresence. The still waters know of it and love all of it even if it feels like an “anonymous corporation.” Sine Nomine.
Even the darkness is blindly loved to oblivion. Sine Nomine.