The finite grains of Time slip through the hourglass,
and the clock keeps ticking.
Seconds become minutes,
hours turn to days,
and weeks evaporate into the abyss
of Life we’ll never get back. … More Gone Too Soon
Poem, interrupted. … More Prelude to Abundance
Guess who’s coming to town? It’s not Santa Claus. And it’s not the president. It’s a bevy of angels, joining us for Ramadaan – the month of Mercy. … More Spring cleaning the soul
Push your light out into the world… … More Mantra for the Cowering Soul
The ocean is a song,
a never-ending show.
Her endless movement quickly teaches us of succession:
one generation of water recedes,
shimmering light dancing off its surface before it heads back to the source,
and the next generation pushes onto the shore,
obliterating the sparkling serendipity of the now-old guard
which visited just seconds ago. … More The Endless March
A getaway from the pressures of life,
a time to take in the splendour
of nature’s ever-lively presents:
the bubbling of frogs in the long grass beneath,
the subtle tweeting of birds,
the psithurism of the trees’ worship –
swaying ever so gently
by the permission of their Lord. … More A winter getaway
I stand on the ridge this eve,
ocean gently roaring below,
Nature’s ever-constant push and pull
bringing life to the night,
as the lighthouse spins with
twirling white hope:
Guidance for those lost at sea.
Comfort in knowing that
salvation is near. … More A midsummer night’s dream
As we approach what promises to be much needed downtime at the end of a long year, let’s remember to feed not only our bodies, but also our souls… … More The Quiet Moments
Rise, Rise.
The dawning of a new day.
Suburbs lay quiet,
resting under the blanket of morning clouds,
only the treetops and buildings remain visible.
Early flights begin slowly:
Birds alone; birds in flocks.
People in flocks,
gathered in the single, man-made vehicle of flight. … More Rise
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
slip-sliding away..... 