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

Why are you here ? Where did you come from ? Why have i been cursed with one so radiant and true ? There’s no time for your curious m…

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

trust the one who seeks the truth doubt the one who says he’s found…

Sweet Mary Jane bade me follow where she led. I went eagerly. She was my life’s one true love. All the others,

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

Not a poem. I hurt; like a Frankenstein monster. Iron fist. Unrelenting.

I’m not really here right now. I can only be here when no-one’s a… and I know no-one can see me. Even when i speak to you, I’m sort of not really here.

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

The storm is brewing. I smell it in the air. I am panicking. I can barely breathe. I fear this tempest

Hello, can you see me here? Please, might you stop awhile. I am the one you pass by daily as you hurry homeward bound. I am that one who’s least of us.