Ode to my Country

because just because we live in the same country, doesn’t mean we live in the same country. there could be a multitude of experiences, within one city, one city block, one apartment building, that could be vastly different from a place a few miles away. one minute i am craving the flaky dough of a… Continue reading Ode to my Country

Ode to what is owned and given

  Once upon a time I had very few possessions. And in the process of owning of very little, and feeling quite a lot, I liberated myself from much undue suffering that I had haunted me for much of my life. In each moment, I was born anew, and asked in return favor to my… Continue reading Ode to what is owned and given