The Dead Rose Bush: A brief Dialogue between a Student and Teacher

“Dear, Mentor. Thine heart continues to drag me through the pains of past memories. Every day I wake, I am greeted by sadness. Every night I seek rest, I am haunted by agony. Everywhere I go, every pilgrimage I take, I’m stalked by the shadows of those whom I loved dearly; the gentle yet fieryContinue reading “The Dead Rose Bush: A brief Dialogue between a Student and Teacher”

Songs of Reflection: Forbearing Stars of Time

A rose will bloom and die A caterpillar may convert to a butterfly A tree will stay up for the moon A cicada will sing its last tune To saunter through the fields under the forbearing stars  How they conjure peace and solitude from a distance so far To cherish every breath of time beforeContinue reading “Songs of Reflection: Forbearing Stars of Time”