Ishaisms, Poetry


There are millions you meet in your short stay, here in this mortal world - yet something in particular do you in them, find to love. It’s not beauty, not compassion, no not kindness either - it’s something else you love… Something there are no words to paint a picture with; something immeasurable in worth.… Continue reading SOMETHING ELSE

Ishaisms, Poet, Poetry

Old Soul in the New Age

I am the whispering wind in the cold night; the shooting star with a trail of white; I am all worlds; I am a tale; I am the bird heralding the gale... I am the dawn, the dusk, the will o' th' wisp; I am the footprint on the sand, and the rescue ship; I… Continue reading Old Soul in the New Age