A little bird told me

” When we remember we all are mad, mysteries dissapear and life stands explained.”


A feathery brush of Dandelions against your skin or a hushed pulsation shunning in a quiet corner sometimes cloaking a secluded reply a shy smile in a genial demeanour You can never fathom the truth they undeniably live. And if you catch a glimpse of the fulgor oozing out of the corner of their pure…

Let life lead

Let the soundness of the system protect the rights of each.

It’s the process

Relieved, pacific I apprehend.. it’s all justified. My faith is here, intact.