Posted in Thinking out loud

Seeing dimly…

“Remember when you were young?
You shone like the Sun…”
― Pink Floyd

the cadence of your voice

This photographic memory is etched in cloudy glass,
echoing through time,
sprinkled with flowers
the color of the skies
and soft breezes
sweeping me into abstractions…

we were perched on the asphalt in nonchalant conversation,
hanging on words…
not knowing then
that these fragments
should have been collected
and their vibrations documented…

though my heart
clearly remembers
the cadence of your voice that day,
the words
have evanesced into the ether…

And Time Lords came
and gathered them up
to record in great vaults
for perpetuity…

I still feel the echo
of them
resonate in
the silence of a cosmic imagination…

but now the conversations are
whispers in my head
speaking tenderly,

and invariably I hope
they are you….



Posted in dreaming our loud


I was born very far from where I’m supposed to be,
and so I’m on my way home.”
― Bob Dylan,


tracks that lead nowhere
the sands of time…

I fall into perpetual motion
where destiny is sublime…

in visceral latitudes
only love
I’m just stopping over to sojourn with the saints…


Posted in Magical

When she was a child…

“Limitless undying love which shines around me like a million suns
it calls me on and on across the universe.”
― John Lennon


she hails from a city
near the mountains of the moon,
where the savannah hisses
on sultry
and stars fall in lucent immersions,
touching Earth without any urging…

On torrid evenings, when gasping for breath,
she foreknew paradise in
mystical depth…
in the fragrant meadows, of grasshopper haunts,
she believed the impressions
beyond her thoughts…

and she traversed dark oceans,
with invisible lords,
fantastical journeys of a timeless form,

she made secret vows
with the unsaid,
alliances bound by a silver thread
uniting her with her heavenly core,
never again
should be ignored…

Baptized in forgiveness
she recast the script…
named by a Starfleet from a lunar eclipse,
where every tribe
flows through
her veins,
freed from the chants of hellish refrain…

when she was a child, she wanted to be….
a dreamer
a poet
of fantasy…

image courtesy PixaBay #Nairobi

Posted in Nelson Mandela, Quotes

Happy Birthday, Madiba…


Every year on Nelson Mandela’s birthday,
the people aim to highlight his 67 years
of selfless dedication to fighting for peace,
reconciliation, and democracy by doing good for others.

It’s one day of the year
where people are asked
to spend 67 minutes of their time
performing selfless acts for the less fortunate…