Where words sing of hope #poem

'I have no hope, therefore I am not bitter' - Krishnamurti There is a city down these hills where the geese sleep soundwhere the river laps quietly at bricks our fathers laid There is a home amidst these houses where children aren't foundwhere roosters screech while pigeons sleep in the shade There is a soul... Continue Reading →

Oceanslice #poem

Grant me blessings to freeze this ocean of joyto cut myself the waves and to hoard them safely at home. Grant me blessings to hence level the seato fish and rocks and truth and yield what I have sown. Grant me blessings to resist even the fiercest windsto promise lands if I should cave and... Continue Reading →

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