...before he creeps upon you.

Deepest crevices of the body

Where the life-making magic

is rooted and effulgent.

In the very same crevices

is the dark depth pregnant

with inertia of Death.


To be upon the highest pitch

One needs to constantly enliven.

To be ahead of the Sun in coming

Awake. To be alive enough to

Welcome the Moon and the Starz.

To imbibe the fragrance of the

Flower ahead of the bees and the

Birds. To know the coolness of the


Mist before it touches the Leaf or a

Blade of grass. To be able to catch a

Snowflake in its journey of descent.


To know the stillness of Death

before He creeps upon You.

Love & Grace