Naanie, where are you? Mum said you were asking for me. I came back to England to visit. Let’s sit together again, and listen to those Qawwalis you love on the TV. Tell me that story again, the one about the witches in the village. And what about all the ones I have not heard yet? Naanie, where are you? I long for the hugs that fill my bones with your love. The same feeling as being held by you when I was a child. Nothing compares to your deep warmth. A life of hardship an

Earth Forces unseen shift the earth beneath, pulling some of what once stood down into rubble and dust. Fallen, broken, trapped. There is still a place to stand, to see, to feel. The echoes of what once was billow into the openness, rippling into space and time. As the rubble is moved aside, lost hope begins to breathe through the cracks. Quiet and persistent, rising through the destruction. From ruin, another rhythm; from fracture, a different view. Air Ferocious gusts l

The spring breeze carries whispers of a cold winter chill, as the essence of renewal permeates the air. Flowers begin to unfurl, swaying amidst the distant melodies. They dance alone, without the rhythm of a fluttering heartbeat to join them. Spring melts into the warm embrace of summer, as the breeze whirls through a plethora of colours. The sun begins to set, as the orange and raspberry sky ripples into dusk. The distance is more vast, a deep gaze without floating on th

Sometimes it is dark, very dark. Cutting into the light Or seeping slowly. Eventually the dark pathways narrow Or the light casts itself into the dark. Different shades of life Of wholeness and joy Depths and paths in the luminous bends All going somewhere Another point in life. Forms of light Cutting into the dark Reaching out and merging Living among both Somewhere on the path. With the other, without the other A contrasting balance. Light in the dark Let your eyes flow And

The luminosity emanating from the sun no longer blinded me. I gazed at its reflection as it beamed down, glistening amongst the waves of life. The fluctuating waves, rising and falling, take me to different depths. Some waves feel familiar, just another point in time. The sun is always there. Thoughts and feelings radiate and arise, wandering up and amongst the clouds, dispersed by the wind into the vastness. The sunlight fades as sombre clouds gather. Drifting thoughts among