I miss you. Like new rain in springtime. Quiet snow fall in winter. I miss you. I miss you. Like slow, sticky days in summertime. Cool, crisp air in fall. I miss you. I miss you. Like deep, intellectual chats by firelight. Pops of timber. Smell of smoke. Sipping steaming cups of coffee in oversized… Continue reading Missing

The Judgement

Secrets. Hidden within rooms without lock or key. No way in. No escape. Why? Why seek to diminish the desires and aspirations of a pure soul? For your soul is pure. Purer than purest gold. Forged by holy fire. All is burned away; the doubts, lies, and self loathing. Stripped bare to the skin, to… Continue reading The Judgement


Do you miss the signs in your life that lead to the good path? I do. Mostly, because, I have a tendency to miss the signs meant for me. Looking for billboards and bright lights with flashy letters to point the way. As if all my troubles would be gone with, "Happiness 2 miles ahead!"… Continue reading Timing

48.85 N by 2.32 E

Silly or Foolish the notion of love? Joys and pains of being alive, forsaking the self for another. Forgetting yourself allows you to find who you are once again. Each and every time you search the dark corners of your heart; what treasure shall you find? 48.85 N by 2.32 E. The place where I… Continue reading 48.85 N by 2.32 E

Words to a Son

My son, tread softly upon this ground. It is not yours for the taking. Tame what needs tamed. Trim what needs trimmed. Grow what needs to be grown. Free what needs to be set free. Step with delight on the lush green grass. Stand in awe among the proud mighty oaks. Kneel in humility on… Continue reading Words to a Son

Heart hurt

Hearts can be windows. Glimpses of pure thoughts. The hurried rustling of closing curtains. Overwhelmed with fear of reproach and judgement. Hidden secrets inhibit genuineness . Ashamed of the true self, identity is fragile as glass, like a shattered personality. Joys comes urgently. Sadness comes swiftly. Life walks a fine line between the two, a… Continue reading Heart hurt


Embers & Ashes. Echoes of beauty, power, and pain. Pain for the moments of fleeting pleasure. Always a balancing act. Of memories. Some we cover ourselves with, like a blanket of velvet, others we toss away like moldy crumbs. Power for the choices we make, roads travelled, streams navigated. At close of day, is the… Continue reading Fire


One year come. One year gone. Filled with moments of desperation, quiet contemplation, and doubt. Glimpses of joys to come, battles hard won, and gratitude. One year come. One year gone. Resolutions made. Promises broken. Dissolved like castles of sand under the creeping tide. New castles are built. With twigs, leaves and rocks. These last,… Continue reading O.Y.


Shoes. The oldest storyteller. How far have they gone? What roads have they travelled? How many miles have they seen? Dusty and sore, blissfully resting. Worried and impatient. Rushing! Running! Sprinting! Slow and languid, soaking up the feeling of every crack. Stone. Blade of grass. Scuffed. Dirty. Tattered. Sleek. Polished. New. Assumptions made by the… Continue reading Chaussures

Paris metro

Life is complex, and yet, not so complex. Life is mysterious, and yet, more mysteries desire to be solved. Life is beautiful, and yet, ruthless, untamed as fire. Life, in its simplest form, pure and unadulterated, stripped down to the first layer, Pulling rags away from the mummy‚Äôs skin. Life. A babbling brook or raging… Continue reading Paris metro