…hand strums old nylon strings…soft reverberation…rhythm of silence embraces the air leaving my lungs…breathing…always breathing…it was always the breathing…and then … More
Category: Realization
Timeless Time-keeper
There had been four, in the beginning. Beginning of what? How does one answer that? I’d prefer that you do … More
Looking upwards
I quite like looking upwards. Naked earth under my feet, mouth open, eyes resting in the invisible shade of a … More
Stream of Life
There are moments when you feel empty. The story that led you here, devoid of cheer or despair. Left to … More
Home is a pretty pretty bird
What mysterious paradigms of love keep me going back to these people I call home, I do not understand. Simple … More
The Bee has Left the Flower
What lies before me is not the promise of poetry. Hands forming words with a precision my trembling fingers never … More
Fluid World; Far from the Madding Crowd
A black mass of people swarmed out of my head into paper, radiating many colours of excitement… or a speedy … More
Remember me Freedom
Tender in the winter sun, grass sprouts out of the cold earth, slowly… s l o w l y. . … More
The “Soul” of a Disenchanted Consumer of Education
This fixation with this body and this identity might give me (as an embodied located self) systemic answers as to … More
My Beautiful Evening
Smooth droplets of a bygone day Sprout from the leaves of fantacies As I stroll with a friend of … More
