From Mother to the Stars

We must all walk in her shoes

Human being instead of human doing. Do it.

Highway in heaven

The fog is thicker, darkness has risen, brothers bumping into brothers, sisters oblivious of sisters, and so we evolve, develop infra red sensors and start seeing in the dark, for the joy of whales and amusement of dolphins. The sound of tablas, sitars and cellos draw nearer.

seagulls dancing with Venus, cleaners and security guards, bee buses, spice statues, wooly hat joyful loner, street sleepers, rising sun and fading dawn, squirrel feeding bird lover, whispering silent seating in the park,

I'm so much like my brother, the way we hold ourselves, the way we laugh. I'm the same as all my world brothers and sisters.

The glare of the sun clouds your face in the dawn. Can you call me?

Moths wings are made of dust and ash