My love for you is true, though we have never met. I will not lie to you. I will not steal from you. I will not con or cheat you.

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

The old priest gazes out upon his… each head bowed before the sacred… A scarred and broken bodied warrio… seeking inner peace and final abso… An elderly wealthy man of commerce…

I come to the village well today, though without a need to drink. My worldly thirst now quenched, with home and hearth supplied. I am here to fill a deeper vessel

Seems no way out, but deep within. There’s a resonant voice calling from the depths of my being; I am not what you imagine me to be…

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

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.

Cast adrift in an unknown sea. By my pride. Alone Missing you,

You think you know me, that figment dancing in your mind’… You think you understand me, that puppet dangling from imaginar… You believe you know what’s best f…

There are no pictures on these wal… no mountain lakes nor sailing ship… Not long ago there were no walls Life was lived outside your window… I’d tried to live within four wall…

I am seven years old. My brother is ten. The beating was brutal. My brother is recovering conscious… I believed he was dead.

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

He’s been around the block and even toured the world, with scars upon scars to show from many a hard-fought battle. Yet like many old dogs