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The Truthful Cow Punyakoti, the cow, was so truthful, she never lied, She had had a little calf whom she idolized. Her herd lived happily in the farmer’s care. Once after grazing for a day in the forest The cows were going home to be…

Sedoka Do you love me still? A question filled with fear. You his behind your sadness. I could not answer. But my heart was elated. I’m guessing I never did.

the exhausted mother shut her eyes her back was hurting she didn’t have it in her to tell her children the regular bedtime story just imagine, she said to them, a beautiful garden in front of your eyes with flowers in bright colours and anima-…

Open your arms before your father Like the morning dew, fall drips of joy upon your hearts Open your ears before your mother Listen to the whispers from above For I have laid a room of life …for your steps alive  

Mother Earth is watching Every move you ever make Every thought you ever have And each dream you forsake She knows the things you’ve sacrificed She knows each time you’ve shattered Each time you’ve been made to feel Like you never really mattered Mother Earth,…

“The land knows you even when you are lost.” ~ Robin Wall Kimmerer Rising with the sun, I give hommage to this day. With the grass full of dew, I relish in the cool comfort as I garden, working the soil and working my soul…

“I am home!” I want to scream, Though I am voiceless. Silenced by the pounding of my heart Which deafens me. Wide-eyed, terrified My heart and my mind keep secrets Preventing my body from moving. ”I am home.” I whimper. To my mind’s ear. No…

I’ve been peculating the parts of you     every evening and storing them   in my soul’s jar   everytime I peek into the jar   The parts of you— diffuse into the gloomy air

Children laugh and play Each donning a brightly colored raincoat Steam rising from cement As they stomp and splash In puddles left over From the warm summer rain They ask for jars To collect fireflies as evening falls