I once saw a child gazing at the map of the world, brows wrinkled with curiosity the way innocence ponders, she tapped her map and asked...

Dear Me, I decided to write you a letter because you and I know that I hear better when its written, and this is the...

See, I'm emerging, tearing through birth pains with a prayer in my bosom, With a declaration on my breath ''I am not a stillbirth" Lungs screaming for...

The creator made no mistake, we were not made wrong, not made of expired parts, not made by faulty hands, not made of defective tools.   Yes, we were made...

I first met me at the age of awareness, I was curious, serious, Eager to explore my consciousness. Who is this me? A timid child out of sync? Fragile?...

On my father’s balcony the stars envied us, We would spread our mats and nets and gaze at them, And they would spread their beauty up...

My mother never liked folded things, folded hands, folded mouths, for like an avalanche out of control, they just let things happen. Don't!   Do not just let things happen Your...

"How vain it is to sit down to write when you have not stood up to live.” Henry D.Thoreau'' I took a break from blogging,...

I do not make much of miracles I do not seek any, for I am! The miraculous is neither my quest, nor request, but they're power...

I’m so embarrassed to tell you this, but i have not posted anything on this particular category of my blog in a long time....