We can't know the sea's
depth without the swim,
Nor gauge tomorrow's
progress until it's lived.

Everything reveals
itself—in motion.

Pearls are born in turmoil
within oysters—so is love.

Though you’re but a
single drop of rain,
Your presence ripples
through the world—
You rise with the mist,
form clouds above
darkness and carve
rivers below hope,
stir oceans and tides,
sculpt glaciers and
awaken springs,
nourish lakes and
swell the seas.

You are part
   of something vast—
  alone, yet whole.

Love reveals our
bare selves—like
the full moon, clear
and veritable.

The sky convulses,
a star plummets, plunges
into the earth, and is gobbled
up by the soil— leaving
no signs of vitality
or decay.

The scars on her body seem
to leech the dopamine from
her veins― She felt that pain
is the residue of joy.

An infantile urge to
stretch a bedsheet
and pull to reach a
toy just out of grasp
—a manifestation
of adult anxiety.

You don't know
where the kite goes.
You just have to
let it ride.

Her wounds were stitched
with threads of patience,
And from the hurt,
a moon emerged,
A glowing orb of light.