Oh! to speak of worlds hidden in magic sight Lost between a whisper and a sigh Up in fiery wings a phoenix takes flight Behind the appearance of a bird’s morning cry There is more than what meets the eye There are new suns in the wounded why Would that the dreamer climb lowlier till …Continue Reading >>>

Darkness is not the absence of light as we’ve been so forced to believe. It is the very dance of light – it is light in rapturous contemplation of herself, in poetic adoration of her own contours and sensuous nuances. And we will never see this except we join her, unless we marvel at her …Continue Reading >>>

To find your way, you must get lost.