There’s no sound to matchThe music in my mindNo source, no destinationNothing I can quite define Oh it struggles to hideAnd it struggles to riseOut of sight, into sightSomewhere in the middle Somewhere in the middleSomewhere in the middleIt’s the song I’ve never heardBut I carry it with me still Somewhere in the middleSomewhere in … Continue reading In the Middle
Fiction
There are no limitations to what one can imagine but to transform what has been visualized to an art or literary form is a fascinating process that few can describe.
The Wall
the changing season, like a stranger, comes with soft surprises, unexpected, warm Oh thickened wall, what do you guard so well?What lies behind you, hidden out of sight?I long to see, to speak, to climb, to know,Too dense to break, too hard to open wide. Perhaps a crack, a slip between your seams,A narrow hole where light might gently slip.Ah look! A sparrow comes … Continue reading The Wall
Fit for Lamentation
Listen
“I will be waiting here for your silence to break…For your soul to shake…For your love to wake!” — Rumi Listen.A humming. Felt.Not heard. Pressure—building,settling on skin. Loud.Yet inaudible. Stop.Listen. Beyond breath. Subtle.Elusive.Not inside us. Rising like a tide—unseen.Unannounced. Dropping as if to hide—pressing,lingering. Revealing presence.Yet unseen. Leave it.Let it be. Focus elsewhere.The ordinary.The near. … Continue reading Listen
Eureka Moment
“Language is the house of Being.” Martin Heidegger The words that came to my lips seem to have disappeared now that I’m writing. Maybe they haven’t vanished at all—maybe they’re just settling into a shape others can understand. What I’m trying to describe is simple and rare: today, I felt genuinely loved. For a long … Continue reading Eureka Moment
A Perfect Space for Reading and Writing
“If one cannot put one room in order, how can one manage the world?”— Zeng Guofan (Qing dynasty scholar) My ideal writing and reading space is free of clutter. All clutter. There’s no point clearing the desk if the rest of the room is staging a rebellion. Dirty laundry must be imprisoned in the laundry … Continue reading A Perfect Space for Reading and Writing
On Character, Context and Time
““I have woken up to find the world has shifted, moved, aged and I with it.” — Weight of Whispers, Yvonne Owour Pausing to Notice It’s hard to tell whether I’m a good judge of character. Perhaps this is because I avoid fully testing my instincts, or because relationships themselves are complex, shaped by context, and constantly … Continue reading On Character, Context and Time
Between Yessss and No
“And now we welcome the new year, full of things that have never been.” — Rainer Maria Rilke“You can never cross the ocean until you dare to lose sight of the shore.” — Swahili proverb First days are charged with polarised feelings of excitement or dread. The worst is when both these feelings happen one after the … Continue reading Between Yessss and No
Winter and the Quest for Heart Mirrors
Winter holds a certain charm and a certain gloom. Inside, the cold is softened when golden sunlight cuts through the windows, setting a room alight. The warmth of the day seeps into the bones. A quiet urge stirs—the legs want to move, the chest wants to expand, the mind feels awake. Dinner has been good. … Continue reading Winter and the Quest for Heart Mirrors