"....have patience with everything unresolved in your heart and to try to love the questions themselves as if they were locked rooms or books written in a very foreign language. Don’t search for the answers, which could not be given to you now, because you would not be able to live them. And the point is to live everything. Live the questions now. Perhaps then, someday far in the future, you will gradually, without even noticing it, live your way into the answer.”
― Rainer Maria Rilke, Letters to a Young Poet

Wednesday, October 30, 2013

Sunday, October 13, 2013

A promise kept...

Never an absolution
but a sense of freedom
that comes with the dawning of dawn,
the swishing and unnerved splashing of a river...
....down a silent mountain pass,
the first cries of the wild
that render a forest wide awake...
...distant yet almost close enough!

Wednesday, October 9, 2013

On the road..

On the road, I strode
Stopped time, let the dust erode
Got out there, unstuck
Broke into a run, was it luck?

Hungover, I stayed
Like quicksand, my heart obeyed
Now it’s a run ahead, for every step back
Pulsating through, on to the right track

Tuesday, October 8, 2013


Faceless it mutters
Breathless it stutters
Mouthful it fills
Lifeless it kills

Naked it moves
Noises of hooves
Wingless it flies
Traceless it dies