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by Christopher Kay

01 Andron  | The Grey Album by Christopher Kay

The first step was taken towards a new path.

She had seen this type of path

many times in the light of day,

but in this instance,

only fragile illumination existed.

Her foot quivered as she took her second step

towards the truth she'd always asked for.

The darkness in the distance

made it impossible to know what lay ahead.

Each archway looked the same as the previous,

and the further she forged ahead,

the more infinite the path appeared.

But then something changed.

She looked behind her and

realised how far she had come.

The path ahead, albeit unknown,

was much shorter than what was behind her.

Confidently, she moved through the door

into the unknown,

and now understood

exactly what she needed to do.



02 Quest  | The Grey Album by Christopher Kay

He is an artist. 

In body. In mind. In spirit.

But necessity had led him down

quite a peculiar path indeed.

He had to pretend he was something he was not,

ensuring his bread and butter was earned

so that he could live a comfortable, solitary existence

in his little corner of the Earth.

As he hid amongst the collars of white,

his artistry began to break through the seams.

A fire would still idly burn

in the darkest parts of his eyes,  and bring

an extraordinary brightness to his entire demeanour

whenever he spoke of ‘art’.

Yet under this new identity,

he was constantly sought after for his gifts,

and had felt used by those

whom would never really know the real him.

They would fly him everywhere

in order to tap into the brilliance

that he was trying to hide from them all,

and on that fateful day of inevitability;

the sun was setting, the plane touched down

and the taxi ushered him to his tiny hotel room

complete with single-serve mini bar.

He stood on his balcony and with a clear sky

and an even clearer mind,

and he finally remembered

that all of this was only a detour.



03 Z  | The Grey Album by Christopher Kay

A night of Wagner.

The sounds of the orchestra

elegantly filled the gaps

of conversations about the beloved Cosima

and inspiration for Siegfried Idyll.

The Winter’s night felt deathly cold,

but the attraction between them

had grown to beautifully terrifying proportions.

Both had come from places of pain

and emotional trauma

and hadn’t forgotten how to love,

but had simply forgotten to love. 

The last few weeks had left them tightly wound,

things unspoken, things untouched.

He set the mood.

Warm pools of light filled the room

and reflections of candlelight

danced majestically on the walls around them.

It was then that she revealed her grand gesture.

Something to relax.

Something for warmth.

Something Japanese.



Freedom in mind and thought

are the most imperative structure

in the evolution of the human spirit.

When every definition of the word

is called into question

and begins to transform into

a privilege rather than a right;

be on the side of the good fight.

Seek those who also have the courage

to stand up against enslavement

and injustice with all their might.

Find the specs of light

between the gaps in the cell,

and follow the vibrational frequency

from the inside out.



04 Eleftheria | The Grey Album by Christopher Kay
06 Belle  | The Grey Album by Christopher Kay

At the time they didn’t know,

as it was just another day.

A crisp winter breeze awoke her sweet tooth,

but in both their hearts, an underlying bitterness.

The warm, sweet smell of macarons

poured out of the door enticing them in

to enjoy a romantic moment together.

Through the motions they went

with an ever-pending blade dangling above them

threatening to separate them forever.

The bite sized dessert morsels were light,

delicate, made with care and love

Things that they both knew deep down,

they were not.

The ship of their relations had leaks

that had been patched over too many times.

It was the last time they would ever share

a beautiful moment.

At the time they didn’t know,

as it was just another day.



At times, we are too human.

One must overcome the feeling

that decisions made are incorrect

or that they are a magnet for damage.

We can all make the wrong choices

and sabotage our own existence;

we can hide behind a weakening fear

because strength is too hard to search for.

There is a side of us never satisfied

and we can look for the next thing

to fill the hollow void of discomfort.

Though if we don’t acknowledge karmic lessons,

we are doomed to wither into nothingness,

forever repeating a destructive cycle. 

And once we realise fulfillment

comes from our inner nature

therein lies growth,  

against all odds.




Stamentia | The Grey Album by Christopher Kay
07 Adamas  | The Grey Album by Christopher Kay

It is light, life, the sun;

an emblem of purity and perfection,

of invincible spiritual power.

But she wanted more.

Commitment, faithfulness and promise.

His hesitance provided her

with the deafening silence

that became an answer within itself.

Alone, the silence came back to haunt him.

Darkness set.

As he moved to the front porch,

he lay to rest on the decking.

His eyes drifted upward

to a completely new perspective;

and he finally realised

he had to love himself

before he could even think about

loving anybody else.



08 Fushika | The Grey Album by Christopher Kay

What began as distraction,

ended as inspiration.

With every stroke of the brush

the overwhelming fractures of his heart

were painted over and forgotten.

Upon stepping back to revel

in this pouring out of his essence,

he knew he had chosen the right muse.

Loyalty. Honour. Strength.

Not only the qualities of

his oldest companion,

But also the qualities of his

own Zen-like soul within.



09 Prehistoria | The Grey Album by Christopher Kay

She reflected on the entire historical drama

that lay in her rear view.

The patterns became so obvious,

but none of this epiphany

could be executed in hindsight.

Love was there for the taking,

but she just wasn’t ready for it,

that was, until it was gone.

As she embraced this necessary crisis

by the equally calm river-walk,

a visitor emerged.

It carried itself proudly reminding her

that she too was now filled

with the same ancient wisdom.

If something was meant to be,

it would return in time.



There's no such thing as an ordinary person,

only the ordinary path of a life

spent chasing illusory distraction.

When this realisation comes

leading into internal seeking,

a staggeringly profound knowledge

emerges from our higher self.

The physical vessel and

spirit mind become synergistic.

The vibration is true.

The energy is forcefully lifting

and transporting you

towards something bigger.

Every thought, word, emotion

and choice of free will

carve out the very existence

in front of our soul-kissed vision.

And in that moment,

you are the creator.



10 Forgodden | The Grey Album by Christopher Kay
11 Intention | The Grey Album by Christopher Kay

A beautiful frequency danced across the night air.

As all in the room became centered,

Mother became their true north

leading with light, guiding with love.

Just like her mother before her,

her graceful calm was a gift to the collective.

The lessons were simple

for those ready to receive them.

As silent undertones of oneness swept through the room,

the calming foliage caught alight

and a delicate smoke surrounded them.

It resulted in a delicate nudge into

the direction they should have always been facing;


As the haze of clarity dissipated

and they returned back to the third realm,

a state of love and calm remained.

Something they knew they would have to

continue to carry in their hearts

if they were to survive the often dark depths

of the human experience.



A hijacked history hidden in plain sight.

Awakening led to questioning

and with this, theories rather than answers.

But no matter how egocentric his emotions,

the deep questions of the past

kept him in a state of ascension.

A simple stroll through any city young or old,

would cause feelings of déjà vu.

Tartarian structures and sublime architecture

disarmed of their true purpose

and now, veiling a folkloric corruption.

But with the death of one civilisation.

comes the birth of another.

Never to be unseen, once truly questioned.

Emerging through the trees and

understanding the edifice that lay before him,

he wouldn’t be fooled again.

History was just that – his story,

And he could rewrite any way he felt.



13 Crypstone | The Grey Album by Christopher Kay


As the collective observed

the singular entities in the crowd,

the grid shifted into a new energy field.

Love vibrated through the echoes of the chants,

even when wrapped within elements of disdain.

The people stood united.

Races, religions and creeds melded together

in a sea of oneness and song.

Their feet stomped rhythmically

sending messages directly to Mother Earth.

A father was not just dad that day.

He was a freedom fighter,

Not fighting for freedom that had been taken,

but fighting to always keep the freedom

he would forever carry in his heart; his son.

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A generational gap away

lay his father who had seen it all and more,

and in a relaxed state with a wry grin,

could visualise the outcome and be proud

that his strength of character

and lion-hearted integrity

would forever carry on into a positive future.


With the stripping away of the programmed self

came a deep state of mourning.

As its ebony feathered wings

drew back to its sides

and with its footing firm and still,

a once negative portent

became a positive path forward.

Through its magnificent eyes,

a sharp intelligence and ethereal wisdom

poured out in pure energetic waves,

providing the perfect example

of how to proceed.

Akin to an apocalypse,

this wasn’t just the death of an old way,

it was the birth of something new.



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15 Sadama  | The Grey Album by Christopher Kay

It is never more apparent

than in a seemingly perfect union.

Through our most intimately mirrored connections,

when honeymoon moments become fleeting

trauma will rear its head

resulting in a pattern disrupt

in the pure flow of love consciousness.

It is a beast which

we will never truly be rid of.

Hence, we must acknowledge its presence,

opening up streams of communication,

integrity, onus and courage

which in turn then adapts and flows

around, over and through the traumatic.

And in that delicate yet powerful flow,

we have truly surrendered

to a mutual inner-standing.



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The universe had other plans.

A recent soul bond of deep connection

had flashes of veiled tears and heartache.

Obstacles and trials had attacked

from every conceivable angle,

and unbeknownst to them

it was for their own good.

Each was an intricate mirror

of self reflection to the other,

with glimpses of the deep-seated work

still left to do in this realm,

so as not to default to past behaviours.

Their souls had a contract

well before their convergence.

Their faith was strong.

They had to trust their intuition

to move apart in order to truly unite.

And with the grace of self-healing

they could continue the union

that was their ultimate destiny;

moving towards the purest light together

with shadow selves behind.



17 Scape | The Grey Album by Christopher Kay

Like clockwork,

she awoke before the sun rose

but instead of joining the slave ships

on their inevitable journey

through the mouth of the beast,

she took to a different vantage point

for a true change of perspective.

Through subtle polluted clouds

and the thick blanket of motorised noise,

a feeling of lucidity flowed through her soul;

the programming now instantly recognisable.

The organised chaos of the urban jungle

would always continue on

without her participation or presence.

But she knew she had to participate

in a forward motion of action

in order to reach her true destination

and rewrite what she once thought was her destiny.

Mother Nature waited patiently on the horizon for her,

as she had always done.



In a plateau of declined health,

he remembered his vow;

‘to heal thyself.’

And as he reflected on his journey

through what was his darkest hour,

her advice echoed through his soul;

‘to observe the natural world.’

As he sat wistfully in his new habitat

alongside his favourite flora,

the forager bee continued her tasks,

not quite grasping the value she brought

to the overall structure of the natural world,

but imperative to it in every way.

As she climbed each tier,

nectar the sweet reward

ensuring she fed herself before her kin.

And with this observation,

he knew he would do the same,

having the strength once again,

to give everything he could

to those who mattered most.



18 Acanthus | The Grey Album by Christopher Kay
19 Sanctuary | The Grey Album by Christopher Kay

The universe provides keys to a new life

at any moment of our acceptance.

In the right light, we catch a glimpse

of the wounds of the past

riddled across our surfaces.

Seemingly worn worse for wear

we continue to stand solid,

our overall structure forever in tact

no matter the storms gone by

or the inevitable ones on the way.

Scarred, hackneyed and sheltered,

we must still remain open

in order to continue to receive,

creating a portal of opportunities

that evolutionarily leads us

to higher states of consciousness,

and an ultimately true existence.



The Grey Album, photographs and words by Christopher Kay are
©Door Hinge Studios Pty Ltd 2023-24

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