crestal ball on my table
show me the future in my past...

When love takes off its make up!
The ache begins to tell...

I am at the foot of that dam mountain again
Stretching...

The old man is standing,
Why? the bus does not stop here...

I take to my pen as weird thoughts fly about
Politics a game of thrones...

The dry leaves nourish my garden
Why always the sweeping and blowing them away...

Intersecting past and future, ‘is now’!
You need to learn the art of self-discovery...

Under the mantle of a star filled African night
I listen to the wind in that majestic setting...

I want somebody, to tell what is the soul of a...
God is playing on my mind...

some-times we need to fall on the ground,
to appreciate the view...

I have no intention, for my words to spark an...
my only wish is to articulate in imagery...

spiritual dreamers set the imagination on fire
searching scripture for answers...