By: Pallavi Manoj Dixit The Shared Path Life is a fast-moving race,Where everyone’s on the run.Can we lie to ourselves and claim,That we’re different from everyone? We’re just like the rest in this chase,Holding on to our own pace.When we…
By: Mayumi Yamamoto No Chance Shall I tell you about the onewho came before you? She enjoyed a carefree life,and used to ramble aroundthe house with abandon,never felt the need to beon guard. She’d curl up and sleepwherever she loved….
By: James Aitchison Consider the power ofthe limitless mind,the broadest sweep ofcomprehension.Knowledge brings glisteningnewness and light.The earthly plane evaporatesas nothing more than mist,revealing all things infiniteand eternal.They are, in truth, the onlyreality worth seizing.
By: Maryam Iftikhar You are close to me,like the brightest star in the sky.But when I lift my finger to touch it,a devastating truth breaks me:even in this world,I’m still a million stars away from you. Tides of longing sweep…
By: Bruce Levine Shadows of mountains parade over valleys within. Streams resemble arteries, sustaining life, as trout evading anglers reveal cascading thoughts of life and death that society proclaims meaningless in movies: Hollywood’s refrain. Cheaper by the dozen. A cartoon…
By: Tanjila Ontu She once had a home that felt like lightThen it broke apart without a fightTwo houses now, and separate daysBut none of it felt quite okay She watched the world from quiet eyesWhile others lived their lullabiesTheir…
By: James Aitchison At journey’s end,carried by wavesnot of our making,we come to rest.Tumult is done;at last we can claimimmortality.We have travelled farwithout fear,without anxiety,for we knew thattranquility awaitedand we shall berewarded.
By: James Aitchison Are you to save them all?Are you to carry every burden?Know that every man isable to save himself,should he choose to.Every man must conquerhis own path.The barriers facing himare not yours to remove.Is there no mercy?Are there…
By: Bruce Mundhenke In that moment there was beauty,That words could never tell,Born out of a longing,The gift, a gift of joy,Eternal gift,Not to be forgotten,By the giver or receiver,A present that bindsOur past and futureInto now,And brings a gladnessAnd…
By: Jim Bates Train whistle blowingClicitty clacking alongChasing the sunset. Hot summertime bluesHigh heat and humidityLike a sauna. Deep into JulyGardens bright in hot sunshineSummer in full bloom. Summertime sunriseHazy orange sun looks ominousHot heat kind of day.