The white bird flew into the setting sun, melted into the orange and the red and the purple, sunk into the sea, vanished into the blue.
And then her cry echoed from the sky.
the white bird
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The mold
‘That girl over there… you see her?’
‘Yeah, what about her?’
‘They broke the mold after making her.’
‘Yeah, I see what you mean. But you know what I think, I think a mold is broken every time a woman is made?’
‘Yeah, true.’
‘How about us, you think we each had our own mold?’
‘Nah, I think they kept using the same old one over and over again’
Women.
Women. They don’t do war. They do love.
And they’re pretty good at it.
Scoops
When the spiced kulfi of India, becomes the fragrant bastani of Persia, becomes the aromatic bouza of Levant, becomes the fruity gelato of Italy, becomes the tangy sorbet of France, becomes the creamy ice cream of England.
Become one big bowl of frozen desserts with different flavors, colors, aromas and textures.
Just like us people.
Black Diamonds
Not all diamonds are white, some are black and beautiful.
the quiet female
the earthly being, bearing wings fluttering softly to touch the sky
the virgin soul, of an erudite mind bountiful with wisdom
the sapphire heart, passing blood warm and fluid to her limbs
the harvesting hands, picking love from her giving love
the quiet female, not so quiet inside.
a birthday gift to a virgo
Sliver of the moon (awaited)
From the deep midnight blue, would you shine upon us tonight?
From the deep midnight blue, would you delight us tonight?
From the deep midnight blue, would you bless us tonight?
Nature’s glorious act of globalization, we await tonight;
From all four corners of the earth, we await tonight;
To celebrate in silent unity, we await tonight.
When the moon shines upon us tonight.
Airplane
Higher, higher, higher we go,
Swooshing through the clouds.
Up, up, up to the sun,
Zooming over seas.
Racing, racing, racing time,
Passing birds and bees.
Travel does tickle the little child in us.
The plight of the mighty man
Have you heard of the mighty man that once was?
He wrestled the treacherous seas. He confronted the harsh desserts. He battled the fierce storms.
The mighty man is old now.
He wrestles with the spoon in his cup. He confronts the cat standing in his walkway. He battles with the sweater that he struggles to put on.
Yet, he lives a mighty man in the hearts and minds of those he had wrestled, confronted and battled for – when he was once a mighty man.
Sliver of the moon
A sliver of the moon breaks through the midnight blue. It is seen in all four corners of the earth.
Nature’s glorious act of globalization. Naturally understood, naturally accepted, and naturally practiced. It blesses us all.
Yet, we men remain struggling with our notions of globalization. And so we fail to understand, we fail to accept, and we fail to practice. It hurts us all.
Life Demiraged 