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This is migration to love, to God, to self.


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  • Ripple In Time

    “What does it look like God?” I could hear the question echoing, bouncing between the empty walls of my mind. Lifeless. I do not deserve an answer to a question I created. Ironically, I jumped without having many answers. One being what ripples would spread once I hit the water, how long would they last, Continue reading

  • You asked….

    “What are you thinking about?” Truth is, I didn’t have the voice to say “our wedding.” You know, the one we talked about. The one that went from being an “if” to a “when.” Now, well now it’s an afterthought. Too clearly do I remember jokingly picking out the song to our first dance. In Continue reading

  • the lASt tIMe

    Trees never cease to grow, they cease to exist. Always replacing what dies off and blooming after ice threatens to freeze. I often wondered, as a child, if trees could un-grow their branches. Just in case they changed their mind. Wondered, foolishly, if what already exists can be taken back. Does an echo vanish after Continue reading

  • Self-ishq

    I never wanted to look into the water. Feeling I would lose myself in a reflection. So I looked elsewhere for beauty. Everywhere I Iooked it felt like I had just missed it. And when I found you…well, just like an echo. Like I had just missed your beauty…the beauty of your soul. And now Continue reading

  • metAMORphosis

    Naturally, I met love in unnatural ways. A modern Columbus discovering her America. Finding love in the middle of a war; carrying an eternal fire through an ice age. Helios couldn’t withstand earth. An illusion of failure, he belonged in the sun after all. Then how could I withstand the moon and its tides?  It’s Continue reading

  • The Journey Begins

    If you are looking for complete sentences and proper punctuation, you might find it’s not always there. It has nothing to do with inability, but rather a focus on content and message. Everything is up for interpretation. The beauty of writing is that no two eyes read the same story. Like living the same life Continue reading