A poem about the concept of time.

May you always picture where you are as where you're meant to be. May you take in your surroundings like you visited it especially. We all will end up in the soil eventually. Some of you carry such goodness that it nourishes for centuries. May you see life as a show and may the entry fee be empathy sat front row with an empty seat for friends in need. And when you're on form be generous and spread the energy. And when you're not sure be gentle with yourself and don't fo

Fluff for my face...

On the merits of going slow.

A playlist on Spotify, named "Love Moods", that I curated by selecting songs that fit that description and inspired me to write this poem.

Praising the voice and touch of women.

Many of us have felt the restraints of the shackles of convention. Conform to the norm is what people mention against the idea of radical self-expression. Don't be loud, or stand out from the crowd. But wait... It's great if you want to toss the shackles aside, to be the person you want to be, claiming liberty. So do it, and break free. But be mindful of those who are afraid, not ready or unable to follow your footsteps. Be gentle and kind and remember the words that my heroe