A familiar ache in my bones.Read More Your Name
Thoughts captured in time, Desolate remains. Only written in black. Like the ashen embers of an extinguished flame. Representative – of our connection. How it burned, and faded away.Read More Memories
Sometimes I wonder: why do we alienate ourselves? Pushing and pulling at the boundaries of belonging and loneliness. I wonder what is the purpose? Of choosing to be in the “in between” of presence and isolation?Read More Belonging|Loneliness
I wonder if I’ll ever get a chance to tell you about all the times I wanted to find you and say “I miss you” – but didn’t.Read More Packed Bags & Fading Memories
He asked me: Does your heart make a sound when it breaks?Read More The Sound of Heart Break
There is a voice that doesn’t use words. Listen. – RumiRead More …
All of life is a process of contraction and expansion. This is how life breathes. -Emily MaroutianRead More What else could this mean?
Your soul is written in a language I know how to read. It’s as if, you’re familiar to me.Read More It’s as if, you’re familiar to me.
To the voice of doubt in my mind: I am willing.Read More I Am Willing
Maybe you are searching among the branches for what only appears in the roots. -RumiRead More Koan