5 am, The quiet before the storm.

Birds wake early here, calling to one another from the rooftops. Cawing and cheeping loudly as if to preempt the noise of the day.

Homeless are ambling in blankets to their daytime haunts, while strays streak to hideouts close to dustbins where they might find scraps left behind on the street.

Buses begin carrying bleary-eyed workers to shifts; they wish they...

Eyes meet eyes.

The love that shines from your soul into mine extends to eternity.

The smile and the sadness there tugs at my sensibilities.

“How long will it be that time stands still?” I ask myself internally while externally smiling back at you, suddenly self-conscious and shy as a feeling as delicate as butterfly wings beat about my heart.

That was twelve years ago, in some nondescript res...

Being a revelation was harder than having the revelation

Being a revelation meant living the revelation

Stored in my head

Left for dead

Only chance reminded me

Only chance reminded me to see

Breathing in - experimentation

Breathing out - differentiation

I wait for it to be me

I wait for transfiguration

The revelation all consuming

Left nothing to the imagination for it was all-illuming

R...

“Liberate yourselves,” they told us after they left us huddled in the muddy shack.

We clung to each other, only concerned with the immediacy of keeping warm as the endless rain pelted down outside.

We slept awhile, fitfully delirious, and when we awoke a new dawn had broken it’s silvery rainbows all across the land.

We had all come so far the past few days and we had no idea where we were or...