Listen closely

  empty streets the waters still undisturbed – finally, by man and machine the cities silent exhale behind closed doors weary the thoughts and peoples minds tumbling through upheaval of the uncertain raised concerns and questioning eyes yet for every Read More …

Sanctuary

  my teachers creek under the weight of their own wisdom solemnly their branches sway  as anemones, moved by the balanced breath of the tides my gaze aims high humbled by giants shrouded in sacred sounds of rustling leaves and Read More …