My Writings

People-Watcher

If you ask me what I have been doing, I will tell you. I was here all along, touching the ground with a stick, staring at my fingers, cleaning my nails, sitting with my head down. Waiting. Taking care of the crops as the universe dies, brushing off the sweat from my brow as the […]

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Color and the Light

I came here for You. I pulsate with Your energy, breathing in and out – the breath of the universe – the life-giver, the dancer, whose prancing feet will never tire. Now alone in the dark, contemplating, swallowing Your fire, now laughing in the sun, bursting into flames, unburned. I have learned to be both […]

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Time

Time. Outcast into a present – one repressed by invisible hands – a single refuge in the cold, dark desert of the past, and the future. A shrine to what is and what could be – an offering of light, but a light too weak to warm us. That is why we look to the […]

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The Journey

You have led me here. Through the darkness of tomorrow, I could not see what lies ahead. But you know your ways, every path whispers your name. You are every soul I meet along the way and you are the Journey itself. You are the water that blessed my face, embracing it firmly, in ice. […]

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The Writing Man

I search for myself – in the deep embrace of this calm, quiet place – and there he is – there he stands up and approaches me – the man that I have become. Nothing about him escapes my vision, as his eyes meet mine, as we shake hands, and I feel his presence – […]

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The Spark

I carry a spark – perhaps a remnant of an ancient, forgotten outburst of energy. But it’s only a spark. And the rest is unwanted, dead matter, soaked by unseen, cunning rain. In my tragedy I cannot burst into flames. The fire within burns ever brighter, but I stare at it with unseeing eyes, wondering […]

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The Mirror

I felt drawn towards the mirror, and I stared deeply into the eyes of the man who stood there. And I couldn’t recognize him. A staged encounter, bait thrown my way – bait for a deluded mind. Whatever it was that I called my self is now gone, like fish torn from water and onto […]

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Ascension

Loosing myself in silence. The thunder of my arrival, dragged through the cruel desert by a mare gone mad, my leg being tied to the saddle, now lies in the past. They will calm down the horse, but not me, as visions of what could have been bloom in my mind. The horrors wash against […]

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Closure

My mind has gone far, ever restless, in its search of new ways to obscure my vision. In time I have developed an understanding that the causes of my suffering are trivial, unworthy of attention. At times, with great effort and determination, I am able to seemingly break through the barricades of my own mind […]

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Quagmire

Artwork: Calypso Noximera Alone. And before me – a wasteland stretching to the far ends of my vision – the barren, forgotten land of my mind. I carry my being through it, as if performing some valuable, fruitful activity, but I am walking in circles, head bowed down. My intellect, the one that occasionally elevates […]