Mortals. Everything is so black and white to us. Continue reading Colors.
Where age is just a number. Continue reading The Intensity.
…there isn’t no journey what doesn’t change you a little. Continue reading The Journey.
Chains of habit are too light to be felt until they are too heavy to be broken. Continue reading Abandoned Dreams.
The sun slipping out of sight & the world still goes on through the night. Continue reading Sunset at Ganges.
A sculptor wields the chisel, and the stricken marble grows to beauty and the beauty is a Goddess who made the sculptor. Life is indeed a full circle. Continue reading The Chiseled Goddess
We become aware of the void as we fill it. No matter how hard we try to fill a glass with light, it still remains empty unless the subtle water turns itself in. Continue reading The Void.
Amazing how a bird’s abandoned feather shelters purest forms of water. Found this feather humbly giving rest to fresh morning dew on a cold winter sunrise. Continue reading The Morning Freshness