The Paradox of Confidence
The Paradox of Confidence We are drawn to it, as though confidence itself were a scent,a silent signal, primal and immediate,that pulls us in with a wordless promise of completeness.In its presence, we become like
Category: Poems
The Feast of Senses
The table is not merely set; it is consecrated, a place where intention manifests and artifice becomes form—where elegance is not decoration but an expression of cultivated simplicity, each element laid to reflect a purpose
The Silent Salvation
The Silent Salvation You would have to be allergic to noise, as I am,to understand that the true aliens among us are not from distant galaxies,but walk the earth as leaf blowers, their relentless breath
The Marvel and the Price
It’s strange, isn’t it—this feeling of being?Here you are, a distinct, discernible you.A thread pulled from the endless expanse of the all,woven into form, long enough to stand apartand see the dance. The sky, vast
Bowdaro
Before the sun stirs the horizon, I walk alone in the liminal dark,where time still clings to the night, and the world belongs to creatures whose presence is seldom seen.Bowdaro, the coyote, stands sentinel in
The History Maker’s Passage
Threaded out from the oneness for a brief, awkward moment,A temporary splinter of the infinite, suspended between realms,You are here, touching the edges of reality,Experiencing, reporting, feeling—your presence is your message. You are the breath
The Shift
Imagine yourself, a boulder settled at the bottom of the sea,once rooted on the mountain’s craggy heights, steadfast against the biting winds,now surrounded by creatures who cannot fathom the sky you have known,the vastness of
Arjuna’s Dilemma
The battlefield stretches beyond vision, blood-soaked and shimmering,dust clouds rising like spirits unmoored, voices of ancestors long pastwhispering through the clang of steel and the desperate cries of men.Arjuna stands still in the midst of
The Manchurian Candidate
You are planted here, not in subterfuge or deception,but in the innocence of unknowing, fully embedded in the human story.The Divine, in all its wisdom, has placed you, not to uncover your own nature,but to
He Loves Her
He loves her. That’s where it all begins, not with a thought, not with a desire,but with the unspoken truth that he sees her as perfect,not because she is flawless in a way that begs