Who of you will follow where I’m bound to go? None that I can see. None that I can name. No-one that I know.
My father has come to dinner; He does not knock. He is not welcome. He is dead. Yet he insists on joining me
How are you? The maiden turned and whispered soft, her turquoise eyes as deep as time.
It seems the only way to reach the mountain-top, is through the desert wasteland. It is only there that one might come to learn
There’s a fearsome beast within, huddled tense and waiting, in the furthest corner of this brittle heart. It lies alert to any signal
It’s only you that I can trust to hear these words as true. Those I know seem blinded by some notion or another about me. You are my closest confidant
1998.... while touring india.... exploring the town of rishikesh a popular hindu pilgrimage site along the banks of the holy mother…
I was surrounded by many desperate, troubled people. There was much drinking, drugging, and violence. Women were being bought and sold,
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
I gaze into the bleakness of the e… engulfed by a sense of futility an… I am like the man who keeps fishin… though he knows the river is spent… I cast my line into the milky pool…
Something whispers, certainly not nothing. A subtle impetus to choose to stir and rise
I am crying now. I don’t know why. Am I supposed to know why it is I cry ? Though I always feel
“Don’t say anything!” spoke the shadow in the doorway. I was seven years of age. I lay limp upon the couch, still recovering from
I met a man who told me that he’s looking for the way he might become more free, less encumbered in his life. Poor me, poor me, poor me;
I stole myself away from thee and me, for love of sweet Mary Jane.
