
Once upon a time…

Once upon a time…

Mend your broken shards with gold and silver
For they are not mere tombs that enshrine your loss
But new tales ready to be told
And the cells from which new life unfolds.

When you march to the beats of a different drummer, you know it is the only way because you can feel it running in your veins.
There are ties that bind and ties that set you free; entanglement sometimes ensnares you and at other times leads you out of labyrinths, be it the mythical labyrinth of Crete or the dizzying mazes of human conception.


Emerge from the chaos, emerge from the deep; emerge from the trance of this soporific dance..

There are more to things than meets the eye; curves harbor linearity and chaos entombs order; sometimes it takes a rearrangement of spaces and a defiance of memory for symmetry to re-emerge, once again.!

Like birds who strive to attain their vision of green sanctuaries even in the harshest of winters, may we always strive to carry within us our invincible summer of hope even in the bleakest of times.

Like words writ in water, like ancient incantations carried and protected in its memories. Water, the eternal element, flowing and ephemeral to the naked eye, yet remembering shapes and memories, invoking permanence in its fluidity.

Let the rhyme and the reason come undone, its all in the season, let it turn!

Smell the roses, appreciate the thorns and rejoice in the day!