“Who looks outside, dreams; who looks inside, awakes.”
― C.G. Jung


“What the superior man seeks is in himself; what the small man seeks is in others.”

The fingers of the light…


“The Fingers of the Light
Tapped soft upon the Town
With “I am great and cannot wait
So therefore let me in.” – 
Emily Dickinson



To a garden full of posies
Cometh one to gather flowers;
And he wanders through its bowers
Toying with the wanton roses,
Who, uprising from their beds,
Hold on high their shameless heads
With their pretty lips a-pouting,
Never doubting – never doubting
That for Cytherean posies
He would gather aught but roses.

In a nest of weeds and nettles,
Lay a violet, half hidden;
Hoping that his glance unbidden
Yet might fall upon her petals.
Though she lived alone, apart,
Hope lay nestling at her heart,
But, alas! the cruel awaking
Set her little heart a-breaking,
For he gathered for his posies
Only roses – only roses!

Fool me once…


The well is dry, the well is dry!


Try as I might

I cannot cry


Feel as I do

I have no clue


Of all the people in the world

It had to be you


“Don’t tell me the moon is shining; show me the glint of light on broken glass.”

“Angels are bright still, though the brightest fell.”

Our World in turmoil…

“No one leaves home unless
home is the mouth of a shark
You only run for the border
when you see the whole city
running as well…

You only leave home
when home won’t let you stay.” – Warsan Shire

With a view…

“One day I will find the right words, and they will be simple.”
― Jack Kerouac