I am your greatest grandmother calling softly on the ocean winds. I was never lost to you forever, only swallowed by the other half o… Come down with me to the quiet pla…
Neon lights buzzed in staccato out… Sleep seemed something I dare not… I took myself looking to ease my a… keeping to steamy side-streets and… heading for the part of town beyon…
Water ever seeks it’s perfect peace, from mountain heights to scattered oceans deep. So too our spirit follows
Almost silent, A numbing hum. It is a cold cloudless night. A brilliant bone-white moon hovers amidst stars upon stars upon stars…
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;
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.
The old man, who thinks he’s dying, approached me with these words. I am sorry
Clawing away. It’s dark here, chill and dank. Can’t stop now. Can’t stop ever.
The storm is brewing. I smell it in the air. I am panicking. I fear this tempest might cost my life.
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
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
Your unexpected words of kindness fell upon this desert dweller’s arid heart
Some time ago, I made my way down to the crossroads, to try my lucky hand at the devil’s gaming tables.
These words I cry do not come easily; as if they echo from the cold stone depths of a long forgotten tomb.
1998.... while touring india.... exploring the town of rishikesh a popular hindu pilgrimage site along the banks of the holy mother…
