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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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 … More

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 … More