Are you the one I have no words f… Are you the one who seeks the space between these lines? I used to think I’d know you inst… Now I don’t know anything at all.
That blue-gray rainy day, the blue-gray funeral parlor. There you were laid out in blue and gray. So still.
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
Listen. There it is. The hum of perfect silence at the centre of all that is, and isn’t.
My beloved, she has abandoned me. What’s left is a stark white canva… that repels application of hue or… Hopelessly, I gaze into the bleak… She is gone,
I am seven years old. My brother is ten. The beating was brutal. My brother is recovering conscious… I believed he was dead.
Oh, knower of my heart, this trembling voice cries out in words that cannot begin to tell how deep my longing is for thee.
These words I cry do not come easily; as if they echo from the cold stone depths of a long forgotten tomb.
What you seek with such fervent zeal, as you scour those sacred texts and scriptures, is far greater than
It was in those early days when everything seemed technicolor there was that explosion only inward then nothing
I am crying now. I don’t know why. Am I supposed to know why it is I cry ? Though I always feel
These words are crude utensils, with which to touch you, and be touched;
God has spoken. I have been listening, the message is clear. The psalm itself is silent, if the psalmist’s voice falls stil…
I gaze into the bleakness of the e… engulfed by a sense of futility an… I am like the man who keeps fishin… though he knows the river is spent… I cast my line into the milky pool…
It is me. I am stripped down to my most naked intentions; having worn so many coats and less than noble guises.
