The Boatman and the return of the Traveller

Starless winter night, the cold, dark waters, the Boatman comes home in the midnight hour; upon entering senses the presence something sinister, as the faint smell of smoke suggests a late night visitor. Suddenly, he feels a hand upon his shoulder jumping in alarm as he lays eyes on the solitary smoker - though he…

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Ishaism – October

Inspiration is the bird that alights on the mountain of the mind, adding ripples of music, to the flowing rivulets of thought... © Isha Garg

The Home of the Soul

Listening to them preach - in the days of old - I followed what they said was the right path - until one day I couldn't ignore the wrong in all that I was told, and let the pull within my soul allow me to stray. For better or for worse, I chose the journey,…

The Sweet Music…

Let us hide underneath the naive leaves that cloud canopy-like above us; let innocent birds call out to the streams that flow all wise, flanked by bushes... Tell me, can you hear the sweet music? There's no need to fall in line with what's been - let the magic of the forbidden set you free;…

On Divinity

There are so many among us today, who could tell us about what they believe to be the divine; and justly so, for divinity, by virtue of its flexible, interpretative nature, is something that is at once subjective and personal. Then why is it, dear reader, that this topic has been expounded to no end,…