The Happening – Poetry

It began with a melody of moonThen breeze of change.Later all became a stormWhirlingharvest to harvest,town to town,shadowing truth,eating ripen life. Why the world stopsAt the edge of unknown?My courageous heart wantsto move forwardhave a voice,to speak with mountains and ocean tides. The buried limbs of my humannessunder Sarcomere treein centre of earthNext to rose…

the Lullaby

On this day, I sit on a bench in Beloved’s Garden With a heart full of uncertainty. With eyes looking inside With Skilled hands passionate to create,  With a hidden song in my soul, waiting for her time To be heard. Knowing all sounds in this universe are monologues. On this day, I died many…

~The Remembrance

The Remembrance, 21st Sept 2008 At the rim of eternal longing The forgotten speech of life Changing phrases. This dark void has been the womb of all my creation, endless aloneness of my eyes into forever transformation of love’s horizons. I lost all human relations For the sake of a glance exchange with the immortal…

NewEarth Riddles

September is the month of reconnection with heart… may these words lighten yours, in union with the Creator of all. ********************************** Ah my handsome lover, No one plays the strings of  my heart So magically, like you do. I wish all hearts knew you As I do! The disappeared one in your silent beauty. ***…

NewEarth Riddle…

September is the month of reconnection with heart… may these words lighten yours, in union with the Creator of all. ********************************** Ah my handsome lover, No one plays the strings of  my heart So magically, like you do. I wish all hearts knew you As I do! The disappeared one in your silent beauty. ***…

I Witness – Podcast

https://open.spotify.com/episode/3BpFit1oKAKQVuCIOio9tv?si=917f4feea7a04b08 I witness the coming and going of migrant birds I witness the yearning of my heart to meet herself in each breath, I witness the gentle touch of morning sun on ocean waves While my gaze settling into horizons of a new day I witness the play of death inside life, as your will…