Tuesday, January 25, 2011
Tuesday, July 6, 2010
The Episode of the Giant Lady

One day a little girl went wandering holding onto a fine silver thread that no one else could see. Up she came a flight of stairs and saw a room glowing like silver. She hide awhile behind the door and watched the Giant Lady who looked young but had flowing silver hair weave the most beautiful white feather like fibre. After awhile the lady looked up and smiled as if she knew the little girl was always there and invited her so kindly in that the little one who till then had fear in her heart forgot it all and sat by her...
Thursday, October 15, 2009
On Conversation
I talked so much,
All that incessant chatter.
But alas nothing would matter
No image to savour in your memory remain.
So much for speaking without refrain.
For in all that noise,
Was forgotten a reflection of my Soul's voice.
All that incessant chatter.
But alas nothing would matter
No image to savour in your memory remain.
So much for speaking without refrain.
For in all that noise,
Was forgotten a reflection of my Soul's voice.
Tuesday, March 17, 2009
The Vineyard
Sailing through roads in darkness.
Curiosity straining for light keeps awake.
Catch glimpses of stories, speculate.
Wells of light shining out on the river,
Each view slithers past like a snake.
Awakening time of unearthly beauties,
This night will intoxicate.
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