a true advaitic rain falls tonight called on by the forest wild as each drop seeds itself into the barren earth
Tag: poetry
the thunder warns and great shadows steal morning’s light
the autumn sky darkens: and still a tiny lamp is lit in our hearts
just enough warmth to rouse this frail flesh from bed to light
a pale thin curtain separates us: mynahs on the other side discussing politics
autumn: she’s a rather strange one when her veils are up
between the drizzle and gale: i may have used up my daily quota of daydreams
your dream is your own like the fine print on your soul
like a memory thief slip in and out of the gates of consciousness
autumn in the dark before dawn shadows take stage with grace
