The Word I find a word somewhere on my morning walk, and I don’t know what it means. I stash it away in my bag as a keepsake, a reminder of the wonderful morning I feel lucky to breathe in. The horror starts when the bag starts getting heavy. My shoulders ache, so I place it … Continue reading The Word


Soul Journeys

Dreams unending streaming of data from subconscious Poor, illiterate me makes informed guesses but never finds the key To a treasure which can wipe out ignorance poverty of spirit put me on the right track Nirvana is still aeons away… I’ll keep running anyway