Questioning Questions

Does the caterpillar question, eek out the significance of each puzzling piece, self-impose standards, before submitting to transformation? Why then, must I tear at each segment, consume myself with riddles, delete pieces of the whole, in order to fit a mould? Am I not just part of some divine journey, tied to a destiny in […]

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January’s Frost

As Mother counts her last days, and I open my heart to forgiveness, a daughter calls, reaming me out for wrong-doings – January is not cold enough to freeze tempers – family coals burn and shatter, and all we can pray for is metamorphosis. ¬†Soon, I will return to warmer temperatures, attempting to elude this […]

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