I arrive like morning—unannounced, inevitable,with no need to convince the horizon. I am the mystic of elegance and power,the kind…

February announces itself softly—no grand entrance,just a knowing pause at the threshold,as if to say: Pay attention now. The air…

By night, I take my proper title—muse, not metaphor.The moon assents without argument.It knows a sovereign when it sees one.…

While crossing the street, one stumbled—oncoming traffic near enoughto make the moment interesting.Yet, not hurt.Not hit.Not taken out. Instead, confidence…

There is comfort in remaining in the eye of the universe—covered, comforted, adored, protected—held not by force, but by design.…

When the door knocks,It is rarely rude.It arrives composed,as if to say, I trust you’re ready now. This is not…

The fire rose without asking—not loud, not reckless,not begging the room to notice.It rose the way truth doeswhen it’s done…

Death has been knocking at my door—literally, and in that other way life does it…When it doesn’t take a body,…

I do not confuse busyness with brilliance.I’ve met urgency—it talks too much.Progress, on the other hand,shows up quietly, on time,and…

I walk in abundance without announcing it.That alone unsettles rooms.Not because I’m loud—But because I’m not looking aroundto see who…