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
How does a landed mariner ever tell a living soul about the exquisite rapture of the sultry siren’s song ? As it echoed through the mist,
It seems for ages, I have been trapped behind yet another version of what I want to think I know. I was so sure I loved you
How are you? The maiden turned and whispered soft, her turquoise eyes as deep as time.
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
I was seven years old. I approached the priest in earnest… “I want to take the lord Jesus in… He instructed me to kneel and pray… A week passed.
Beloved goddess, sweet holy mother of us all, you who beckon me throughout these hectic days
It was in those early days when everything seemed technicolor there was that explosion only inward then nothing
Something whispers, certainly not nothing. A subtle impetus to choose to stir and rise
A subtle movement, a facial expression, a particular posture, the constant hint of danger; as if he were here again,
I am crying now. I don’t know why. Am I supposed to know why it is I cry ? Though I always feel
This trembling grief is for a long lost soul, a young, guileless child I once knew as me. I truly believed
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
Oh, knower of my heart, this trembling voice cries out in words that cannot begin to tell how deep my longing is for thee.
