Stepping away from my comfortzone
it's in my nature...
the bed is empty
no jasmine nor lavender...
An enigmatic ovum cracks-
and a world of creativity hatches...
Silence is often portrayed as pure gold
a chain necklace...
I am finally taking a stand
defending my side of the story...
What do I know of the land of Shiva,
the mantra, the sacred sound...
I have broken free
from this emotional prison...
If I had ever transferred some of my time in to a...
it still would not have grown interest...
That tornado is not mine.
My defects are far more elegant...
The sound of my voice
is an odd thing to hear...
Negotiating
Ones own...
Life is an endless river,
A vision of our soul...