Yesterday night
a dream
In the dark woods
She took me
for an adventure
to play
Hide and seek
I slipped and fell
into the ditch
become dumb  
after half an hour
Could hear
her shouts and scream
in search of me
and
I could not shout
and can't come out
her agony of missing
heard throughout the night
until
I was eaten by wolfs.,

Every one
starts drawing a circle
But ends with some distortion
on completion
Other says,
it's not perfect circle
a simple reply
It's mine, that's how
my circle look like
was a way to move
toward life.
In life, every imperfections
is an identity of
yours....

I crave the sound of silence, the feeling of healing in quietness. My soul longs for wide open spaces cause i want to see far, far beyond tomorrow and to follow the sunset till  yesterday disappears. I want to embrace myself and feel the wind blowing against my skin, within. Sitting on the ground, drawing pictures in the sand using my hands, i feel the heart of the earth with its warm embrace and i realise the feeling is worth it. As I'm Standing up, watching the distance closely, feeling freely and deeply, i take one step towards the future leaving footprints of time behind. For all are free to feel as deep as can be, to search for freedom of mind and to find that resting place to leave it all behind...one step at a time...

the myths of birth and rebirth
are as old as humankind

scratched onto cave walls,
tablets of stone or clay,
scrolls of papyrus or  parchment,
for hundreds of years on paper,
and nowadays typed onto backlit screens
   that are recycled faster
   than old hieroglyphs were understood

in our time
when refugees are tens of millions
on our globe

let us remember that these myths
have celebrated for millenia
    not battles, war, or death
but the survival of the human race    
the joy we feel when new life has arrived
   often against all odds
the hope that emanates from godesses
    or mother saints of yore
    who symbolize fertility,
    have brought forth saviors and new tribes

these are what has propelled us to our current state

and we do well to not forget that our fate
does not depend on people slain
but on how we can save the joy of life
and celebrate all humankind again

When one leaves,
They never really do.
They are present in the void
They have left you with.

Sometimes, you think you'd be recovered from a heartbreak.
But when I saw the picture of the pagoda I took on that day,
I saw your face.
Memories resurfaced,
the sewn heart has a few stitches loosened,
and what if's appeared once more like how they did on that fateful morning.
We weren't close,
I admit we never were.
But you affected me greatly,
and I wish I'd done better.
Now I can only look at you in photographs or in memories and dreams.
Suddenly, reality seemed less of a reality compared to the dreams and photographs you were in.

With friendship nothing's ever done right to deserve it. Its really about the time, effort and love for the friend that makes it worth the while...

I planted a seed, dry, withered and without life. I watered it daily mainly to see dryness transform into life. What seemed like days, a miracle gave as desperation pushed forth from under the ground and creation gave life to a dead seed in need. Green, fresh and blessed, the seed jumped for joy as the first drop of water touched the ground, making strife no more a way of life. As it's little head lifts up toward heaven thanking God the creator for life given, I realise the importance of faith. For safe in the arms of the Creator my life became worthy, worthy of jumping for joy as I lift up my head towards heaven. I have been given a blessing, the water of life taking away all strife from my life.