Soul’s Pulse

           We are made of words.                  Scott Momaday Words to thoughts are Like winds to sail, Heidegger said;             Keep words well-trimmed to thought             Simple, honest, true             Sail stays close to the wind             The ship keeps her course. Common words, special words, foreign words Words of wisdom tell stories to be … Continue reading Soul’s Pulse

Good Enough

Where is the home for “perfection” Where the shame shies away Only reappears redressed In one world with love? I read burning pages of social fabrics Fraught with eloquence, elegance and eminence That my blood lacks, And the ashes of flaming soul Are still good enough To engage with the conscience Pulsating in my narrow … Continue reading Good Enough

…Oink Oink…

They must be Orwellians Oinking their way to destroy The house of the unsuspected. Even the letter “M”, the thirteenth In the line-up of alphabet  Yielding power on the fulcrum—left/right Is afraid to precede the “oink” For the word becomes pointless. Hollow words should be extinct, But not in this uncertain climate, They keep on … Continue reading …Oink Oink…