Welcome to a sanctified place was in essence what they said to me, not with their hands or their lips, but their twinkling eyes, the...

Whatever, love, I wove once in the yard, whatever I decided to forsake in order to receive from up above such blessings as this dormant...

The coffee best with little dash of cream, the sunlight best when it is but one beam that pierces through the shadows and ignites the...

…the dawn-birds in their harmony with me; serenity in synchronicity of Nature, with its buzzards and its bees, its wasps—they all are...

Of the sweltering silence, out come imaginations of fertility, the kernel who blossoms, her child shall endure both waste and fire, wrath...

Teeming with purities, our forestry illumined by the try, and puritan glass that nestles in our leaves, profusely bleeding Light like the...

The glass of freedoms, Song out of the soul, a hushing thing, a man asleep, alone, and quiet reigns and laughter shall be ours when...

The dry cake of burdens like bread, the moss of flour grain, heavy decision not to buckle, nor to weep, but to face the frigid air with...

There’s something I’ve learned being sick: the acquired tastes are best. And no, I don’t mean exotica. I’m talking about the everyday...

Having flung wide the doors of my soul, once a vault, now a cathedral— no, a monument to Suns— I am opened like a house, like a humble...