(2013)
Ideas and notions, they’re all for the dreamers, worth as much or less than one's considered opinion. You can’t even wrap fish in them.
My garments have been stripped awa… along with any hope of tender merc… These feet made bare and sorely bl… It’s time again to bear your earth… Still it seems you know not what y…
These words, are just what they’re meant to be; for you, whatever needs they serve to stir… For me;
Within this pilgrim’s soul exists a hungry beggar waif, who can never afford a moment of indifference or distraction. Alert to every aching nuance
What is this code that we agree up… but dare not ever speak in words ? That mysterious unspoken-ness looming where we choose to gather. It’s sure we must be seen to know
Come out, come out, wherever you are. I know you’re in here. You dirty little secret.
I am crying now. I don’t know why. Am I supposed to know why it is I cry ? Though I always feel
I am here now. I have removed my outer garments, placed my trust within your circle… I have come because you promised. You told me you would be here
Beloved goddess, sweet holy mother of us all, you who beckon me throughout these hectic days
You play your cards so well. Looks like you’ve had a lot of pra… You seem to have a thorough grasp of all the rules of the game. As you cover every angle,
Everything he has ever been taught alerts him to avert that dancing f… What is it then that demands he mu… proceed towards his certain fiery… Some deep and ancient voice within
These words are crude utensils, with which to touch you, and be touched;
1998.... while touring india.... exploring the town of rishikesh a popular hindu pilgrimage site along the banks of the holy mother…
These words I cry do not come easily; as if they echo from the cold stone depths of a long forgotten tomb.
My bucket had a hole in it. I kept trying to fill it. The more I tried, the more flowed down the drain. It wasn’t for lack of what was nee…