Awareness

the lotus flowers to the sun, reflects on the still water.

expressive.

In the river

We are the mother, the child and the world.

ஈரம்

பின்னிரவில் மெல்லிய கோடை காற்று

Slave's Lament

Come morning, there shall be rain.

My child, smile.

Grace

To some we owe our life
To some we owe our living
And then there are some to whom we owe both. 

Pilgrim

one would sleep through the dream

but then one came along for the awakening

Grace

One dove flew to the wire,

one dove was moving one step away

to where the legs were to rest.