of survival, possessions and purpose

a soul is stained, muted by its instinct to survive chained to what you believe you are and to what you presume to possess which of your belongings will you take with you? indeed, what have you come with that you can ever give away? even as charity? seems to me that nothing can truly be owned, only transferred … Continue reading of survival, possessions and purpose

innocent eyes

innocent eyes belie latent mischievous intent windows of the soul stained by the instinct to survive *** if only we could transcend our own need to survive recognise that others too, need to survive perhaps we could all survive together perhaps we could take each other beyond the mediocrity of survival

Return to Yesterday

I would return to yesterday If today ever ended If tomorrow never came If I could predict my past If I could escape eternity If time was my slave And I were the mistress I would bid it "stop!" Any time you are my guest If I could visit those days When you got to know me … Continue reading Return to Yesterday