11/11/2017 To be rich is to be present, Grateful for the currency of love. Rich in self worth,Wealthy with Awareness Of the golden breathe That buys more than one thousand 0s. Conscious of the love that resides within simplicity, Of the love that resides with-out’ So here I am, in India, doing my thing again, With only myself and my backpack…

Why do I call upon men? Why is it here that I see a spark? Why do I find myself drawing towards them with nurturing smiles? Healing their wounds that they are too scared to lick upon. Because I feel, Yes, suppression upon women exists. Yes so many of us have been victims to attack…

‘Teachers come in many forms… Some come as shining golden rays of light, Some as big, fat and ugly storms, Some have two legs and a white board Some are naked, smoking pipes. Some seem kind, warm and loving, Some cruel, harsh and confusing…. Violent, viscious, cold. Perception may choose to create a lens of…