Jun 5IntruderThe peace is so quiet that i am not here the quiet so still i am the intruder in my own space ~
May 4Spring ~ Let the waft of April winds spin hovering above dazed habitual feet When the eye flutters in dazzling color both above and below and...
Apr 14To All Things SmallA fog horn calls from a distance over caving gravel road tarred with oil stained rings. A faraway morning bird sings the song of...
Mar 24A Fresh PerspectiveYesterday... as fleeting as a yawn A memory harboring emotion as if it were today A promise with limits sometimes chains attached So if...
Feb 4Rain SongDrip Drop … You are here in the sound this morning A tune in Bilawal Raag or the major key of C soundboarding off the rooftop drumming...