Come out, come out, wherever you are. I know you’re in here. You dirty little secret.

Weep for the fallen warriors. Weep for those souls considered collateral damage. Weep for the profiteers. Weep for the deserters.

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

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

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…

What lingers within me is ancient… prepared for the worst of all poss… No matter how deeply I rest while… it’s forever awake, coiled and rea… It seems to be from before there w…

Water ever seeks it’s perfect peace, from mountain heights to scattered oceans deep. So too our spirit follows

I gaze down now upon the cracked and battered shell of the fearsome fiery dragon that once held me in her sway. It’s remarkable just how frail

God has spoken. I have been listening, the message is clear. The psalm itself is silent, if the psalmist’s voice falls stil…