I have been writing my own book of rules. Not my parents, not my teachers Not my bosses or opiners. My rules – my moments.

Sometimes I go down a rabbit hole of despair Losing my way into critical thoughts, and pointing fingers and oh poor me. Namaste I say to...

I wrote this poem “Eyelids” back in 2000. Life is a journey. Wisdom reveals itself through our eyes, our hearts, our minds and our souls....