A sudden gust of bitter wind from somewhere hot and foul, whooped and howled throughout the scattered waste and scrabble down that God-forsaken alley.

A subtle movement, a facial expression, a particular posture, the constant hint of danger; as if he were here again,

Who’s gonna throw my pitiful ashes into the holy mother Ganges? Who’s gonna hold it as their sacre… Who’s gonna know the need for this… I’ve seen so many nameless shadows

What you seek with such fervent zeal, as you scour those sacred texts and scriptures, is far greater than

Almost silent, A numbing hum. It is a cold cloudless night. A brilliant bone-white moon hovers amidst stars upon stars upon stars…

I was addressed today in the secret silent language that everyone knows; except for me. It was assumed I’d know exactly

Who am i to bare my soul with thee… and challenge all that you believe… I share from deep within my being as if my father speaks through me. I see these words of love and merc…

Listen. There it is. The hum of perfect silence at the centre of all that is, and isn’t.

Is there any way I might touch yo… that doesn’t skim right off the su… of your exquisitely contrived vene… Is there a plea which I might utt… that would stir you from within?