They call it an annual visitor,
Yet that personification doesn’t capture
the beauty and essence
of the treasures this month holds.
For,
Ramadaan
is no guest to be entertained,
nor housed,
nor fed…
instead, it feeds our souls
that which we too often miss
in the haze of the rest of the year. … More These nights…
20 years later,In this same, blessed month,I sit in a different life – a different world. So far removed,in time,in emotion,in mental and spiritual statefrom what I was back then. Back when I simply existed,unhappy with life – no sense of direction,no inner peace nor fulfillment – beyond short-lived indulgences which offered nothing of substance. … More 20
In the quiet moments,before others arise,take advantage of the silence:an intimacy untouched by external word or deed,precious moments of peacebefore the wheels of everyday lifechurn back into action. Read, if you will.Or reflect on moments of achievement or pain. Or simply sit –free of both movement and thought –simply being,as you soak in the stillness … More The Quiet Moments
A as time brings a new season,
shed the attachments
that no longer serve your growth,
and emerge
more beautiful,
ready to float through life’s currents… … More A Song of Spring
These are the times
for long walks and cool drinks,
sweltering heat and makeshift fans –
adept at both cooling
and swatting away
the buzz of unwelcome visitors
with no regard for personal space. … More Summer Daze (part 2)
A flood of memories from a life left far behind… … More Let it Flow: Memories of a Past Life
*Updated with link to a Google form, as I received a report that the email link wasn’t working* Almost a year ago, I released the electronic edition of Let it Flow – a ‘best-of’ anthology collecting what I considered my most meaningful poetry and reflections from the previous fourteen years of writing. This November, I’m giving it away for free – if you’d care to answer a few questions. … More One year book anniversary (and a freebie for you) – updated
Once upon a time,
there was a boy who lived all alone.
Up on the 3rd floor,
where the space and time was his own.
But despite his freedom,
the boy lived in a prison:
a set of routines, habits, and permanent preferences
– things he held himself to –
walls of the invisible cage
that had sprung up around him over the years. … More Let it Flow: The Life to Come
Before I move on,
let me remember the feeling
of being submerged in the biggest part of my planet;
Wave after wave,
gentle and rough,
smoothly-contoured and wildly spread;
Jumping into,
under,
facing head on,
and turning my back;
Being moved by the never-ending forces of push and pull,
so vastly spread in oceans off every land mass in existence. … More Let it Flow: Mash
Snuggling under the covers,
hot drinks in hand,
immersed in books
or movies,
eating snacks;
Putting on pounds
to insulate against the season’s biting cold.
Sleeping cats
wrapped within warm blankets,
fur no longer sufficient to warm little bodies,
who otherwise would be out hunting or playing. … More Winter is…
slip-sliding away..... 