Zen and The Art of Falling in Love
Love. Makes the world go round. When we are not in love we look for it. In the spontaneous eye contact with а stranger on the train. In the voice calling after us...
A Lifetime’s Worth
I am often puzzled by how little time we spend thinking and how much time we spend doing. Perhaps we are too afraid, or perhaps really getting to the office on time is...
Winter Heath
Like a newborn staring at its fingers, a ballerina, rising on her feet, a spider web woven in the wind, a love letter written by a broken hand. Delicate and naked, ambivalen
A love letter to the strangers that I know
This is for the ones who have raced with their thoughts and wrestled with their mind For the ones who know peace lies within but have been through madness For the ones who’ve
An ode to my hair
Why did I wash my hair Why have I got nothing to wear? On some days my zen is at rest I am angry, a flame to my zest Blame myself for...
What is my purpose?
The Gift of You It’s a quarter to nine in the morning and I am waiting for the District line train to Wimbeldon. It will arrive in 2 minutes and I am ready...
