IN A MOMENT OF DARKNESS
In a moment of darkness, I am caught in the trap of routine; the disorderliness in
HOW I UNDERVALUED EGO – UNTIL NOW
I had at some point succumbed to the new age distorted notion of Ego. That it
THAT SUBTLE SUNDAY BREEZE
It was a scorching hot day. A delicately seducing breeze left the space yearning for more.
THE SCANTY DIARY OF A TURNING THIRTY YEAR OLD
I do not recall who said this, but it is true- that age comes with wisdom
