(2013)
It seems for ages, I have been trapped behind yet another version of what I want to think I know. I was so sure I loved you
Clawing away. It’s dark here, chill and dank. Can’t stop now. Can’t stop ever.
While in repose, still and silent, it is not nothing that I hear. Subtle whispers
Hello, can you see me here? Please, might you stop awhile. I am the one you pass by daily as you hurry homeward bound. I am that one who’s least of us.
Your end? My end? Where the hell’s the middle? You say this. I say that.
My love for you is true, though we have never met. I will not lie to you. I will not steal from you. I will not con or cheat you.
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
There’s a voice deep inside getting stronger every day. I cannot deny the message these urgent words proclaim. Why bother?
It is me. I am stripped down to my most naked intentions; having worn so many coats and less than noble guises.
trust the one who seeks the truth doubt the one who says he’s found…
These words, gently laid upon this page, amount to my sincere prayer they reach within you, and touch your secret self,
1998.... while touring india.... exploring the town of rishikesh a popular hindu pilgrimage site along the banks of the holy mother…
Time wears away at me, like water on a stone, oh, so slowly, but inevitably, drop by drop,
Beloved goddess, sweet holy mother of us all, you who beckon me throughout these hectic days
I see no reason now to disguise this naked heart and soul of mine. You can hide there