Pure light and dark are alike, in that they are totally blinding. Limited & human we can only live in where there is shade, contrast, where forms can be distinguished, we live in the mixture of light and dark, not only the literal sense but by the principles which govern us. Much can be said Continue reading

After all these years of searching I have finally found you. And now I must k!11 you. It is I who will deal you the fatal blow, stand over you as you take your last breath. And when it is done I will not be sad, or remorseful, only relieved. For you and I, although Continue reading

It is said that the world is not ruled by words and laws but by symbols. This is truer still of our subconscious worlds. As I begin to look back on my experiences with the inner eye of introspection, baseerah, I can see the formation and repetition of symbols of my own life. And these Continue reading

A single movement, however small and imperceptible to human eyes, can alter the course of fate. Theorists have named this phenomenon the butterfly effect. It was the mathematician Alan Turing who famously said “The displacement of a single electron by a billionth of a centimetre at one moment might make the difference between a man Continue reading

I am restless tonight, sleep will escape me, this full moon demands me, calls to me. “Come and see me, open your windows, draw back your curtains, let my light flood your dwellings, bathe you in this silvery blue glow. My embrace is not warm like the sun, I have a different gift to offer, Continue reading

⁣In the house of irises ⁣⁣I had pitiful joy⁣⁣and sugar sweet sorrow⁣⁣In this house I watched you, friends⁣⁣alien flora, your twisted petals and tendrils opening⁣, unfolding, tender as the organs, centremost in my own being ⁣⁣A perverse beauty, a wicked thing⁣⁣In the house of irises⁣⁣I lost my mind and left my body⁣⁣left my mind and Continue reading

This body will express all that my tongue cannot, all that my mind will deny, although my heart is weary it knows what I dare not admit. My limbs are heavy with resentments and in my head there is always this dull ache, throbbing, tensing. There is always this turning, lurching back and forth in Continue reading

⁣I write because I must. To explain this need I cannot employ the flowery metaphors of butterflies emerging from cocoons or mothers labouring through the night, it is for me more like performing an exorcism. And who I play in this most dramatic of scenes is unclear, I am all of them and they are Continue reading

⁣The alternation of the seasons, the slow melt of winter, the drama of spring with its rains and buds, its promise of blossoms, are full with metaphor. There is always in nature, something to be learned, it is divine poetry made manifest, couplets and verses written by the hand of God. And these same cycles, Continue reading

We must keep sacred secrets, not everything is for everyone, and some things are for no one but you. It’s a lesson I have had to learn again and again. Maybe like me, you, with the best of intentions experienced the truly miraculous, a shift in perception. A shift brought on by a passage in Continue reading