An evening's tea

Under shadows green and mean, I sip an elixir, white and clean.

Revival

Midnight moonlight
Dark embers befall these eyes.
I yearn to see you where I never did find
A hope, a lost longing, hidden and found.

To, Paulo Freire

How do I ever thank you
How do I ever re-think
You have already written
You have already re-written
You have already won
All of me
All of me

Think again

Dreaming.
Is not an activity.
It is a systematic productivity..
Of assimilated education.
Of an unconscious sleeping
Blissful soul.

Inspired

Words for the day.

Dance. 

Attention.

Awareness.

Action.

Breathe -

Accumulation. 

Gardens

The green mean garden which is
Actually a forest
In its own right.
Fulfilling prophecies of
A better moment..
in these concurring periods of time..
Helping one contemplate, rejoice and celebrate
The many hues of beauty in colors,
That only God could name.