pausein thoughtsilence rulesall chaos undone;Chase it again for momentumDiscomfort with mental stillness makes the world go round Sunday Confessionals - On the Curve of the Golden Ratio
What makes the world go round
pausein thoughtsilence rulesall chaos undone;Chase it again for momentumDiscomfort with mental stillness makes the world go round Sunday Confessionals - On the Curve of the Golden Ratio
Why did I take so long to realise that the entity, a metaphorical representation of my inner struggles and fears, guiding and driving me through the convoluted paths was only a shadow? I presumed it was real and knew a lot more than me. It's a revelation that what I thought was real and knowledgeable … Continue reading The Shadow
1. I shred the calendar, yet save a few dates,Moments of joy that time celebrates.The days may pass, like whispers in the breeze,But memories linger, with a gentle ease. In the chaos of life, I find my peace,In cherished moments, where worries cease.The future's a mystery, the past a tale,But love and laughter, they never … Continue reading Thresholds – a Palinode
Welcome back! PROMPT #362 I found some striking photographs that won the Best Abstract Photos for 2024. Here are three of those. You may choose anyone to base your piece on. If you prefer more than one, write separate pieces and blogs on each so that the uniqueness of the theme is retained. Please don’t … Continue reading Reena’s Xploration Challenge#362
Somebody rushes in with a form to be filled as my mother’s body is wheeled into a mortuary, “What was the cause of death?” I am quick to respond, “Organ failure.” Having heard countless harrowing tales of organ trade and the exploitation of the deceased for financial gain, the issue hits close to home. The … Continue reading The Body Machine
life played in marginswhile I scripted the futurebittersweet battles W3 Prompt #141 Moonwashed Weekly Prompt
The soil spread the message for survival, “Only those who follow the rules of the game will survive.” A fear psychosis grips some as they struggle to find the colour of their roots. Attired in different shades of light, some trees know it’s only an illusion for powers that be that they are on the … Continue reading Underground
eyesprotectdelicatewings - my strength to flyday and night shades spiked with yellowhopeful, dark secrets of ephemeral existence Poetics - Art in Nature
always in controlstrong sight in uncertain flightsshe rides all currents Photo Challenge #549
I hear the whispers from a moonlit terrace party but cannot fathom what they are discussing. Young and old all dance the night out to welcome the New Year. I change the calendar but do not foresee changed schedules and a hidden agenda. They have imposed new rules, but everyone is silent about the lurking … Continue reading Burning Haibun