Ishaisms, Poetry

NOT MYSELF TODAY

My fingers don’t feel like themselves today - they don’t hold my pen as they are wont to; they don’t scrape words out of ink, on the parchment, or tap the temple to stumble across a new one or two… My mind doesn’t feel like itself today - It composes no rhyme as it is… Continue reading NOT MYSELF TODAY

Ishaisms, spoken word

The Wild Woods (re-post in spoken word)

Don’t dare to delve so deep, dear child, into the dark woods that you cannot find your way back… The woods are green and glorious, yes, but the woods are grim and ghastly too. The tenacious woods will trap you within themselves, closing in on you, climbing up your very toes, causing you to tumble… Continue reading The Wild Woods (re-post in spoken word)

Ishaisms, Meditation, Reflections, Soul

In’sense’ Stick

They say the most commonplace of things can teach you life lessons, if you’re only aware. They say that truths are hidden everywhere, traveling through soulful silences, if you only listen. Are you aware? Are you listening? Have you ever seen and observed the life of a burning incense stick, dear reader? Yes, you heard… Continue reading In’sense’ Stick

Ishaisms, Reflections

For my proverbial “someone, somewhere”

On feelings, spirals and Frank Sinatra thoughts It's unfairly ironic that to experience the best the universe can offer one, is to be grateful for the chosen offer before receiving it. In other words, to pre-feel what it'll feel like once you get to feel what you want to feel. Alright, I admit, epic fail… Continue reading For my proverbial “someone, somewhere”