a true advaitic rain falls tonight called on by the forest wild as each drop seeds itself into the barren earth
Tag: Singapore
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
the sweetness of travelling winds: a different shade of earth speaks to us
a mysterious blank space in the forest seems unwilling to explain itself
dark before dawn: dew outlines a footpath that disappears as soon as anyone follows it
river crossing: if you have no coin then offer the ferryman a sliver of your soul
