It's not about you and me,
It's not the seed, nor the tree...

The thread
A poem a day, a painting in three...

Gratitude
If we have choices...

The Scent Of Intimacy
With petals fragile and fragrant, with thorns...

It's Fine
If Sun does not always ray...

The Constitution of Giving
Beware of spilling your water...

Preface
How oft we sense the beauty around us...

The Fall
What's known stands alone...

We speak of art, and then we speak of words,
We speak of colours, then we speak of rhyme...

The fields of tomorrow
I once sat with, a paper blank...

A Ballad In Late November
Black, grey, and white...

Preface
Sometimes we stumble upon triggers, which remind...