Giving more Take from and discard it as nothing Worship for a moment Be both ... yet be neither Say it all ...yet nothing that means anything Empty eager to take Filling upon the breasts of mothers milk Making a stand for nothing A line is drawn      

I feed upon your breath Satisfying nothing For no desire exists Everything is mist                        

The Sea was boisterous that day It welcomed me not It fiercely blew me from it I felt dissatisfaction I sought to complete my desire But my option was a pathetic relief I was waiting Yet I paid no notice of the spirits or Mother Earth I was not listening that day I did not welcome … Continue reading The Sea →

Last eve I looked upon the city gates The roof tops glowing with the last rays of the Sun A horn blew nearby Calling the people It said "Stay in your house, while the guards are away" I stood at those gates "Girly best you be off" Said a gruff and stiff voice "There is … Continue reading Establishment →

Calor I am a confident flower Apresura a mi conquistador Dew lies on the petals La bailarina flamenca The stems are long Feroz como el fuego Bring water so I can grow      

People should not be alone Let love and the enjoyment of each other, be the essence of life! Let bonds grow through happiness and good times I am lifted and my head of clouds, breaks free to joyfully see the Sun I feel radiant Relief in laughter Thank the heavens! This is where I will … Continue reading Friends →

Energy sits deep Unfulfilled Sucking and vaporous Ready to pounce at any inopportune time Lurking Dark Trying to seek its end It takes charge Devouring then cloaking itself Cheapening fulfilment Remaining incomplete Retreating into dark, it finds its restoration While its victim awaits its next move.  

Sluggish, gentle and sleepy though it appears Hidden undercurrents powerfully drag it to the sea  It is always sure of its destination It is always on course The River carries life as any living organism Whilst being controlled by the lie of the land, it also equates control by carving itself into it People stroll … Continue reading The River →

Cantankerous- what a word! Forever to settle over the old and the worn I wonder if ever this will be mine.