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"Who could be so lucky? Who comes to a lake for water and sees the reflection of the moon." Rumi


Fellow bloggers, readers, friends and family,

I have neglected you. I miss my days of ranting and rambling, provoking thoughts and amateur photography. How I long to interact with you on a deeper cyber-galactic level, to share my experiences, thoughts, dreams and well, my art. I apologize for diluting my posts these past several months. I’ve replaced your pulp-filled natural juice glass with ordinary sugar water, but you deserve fresh linguistic concoctions of reflections with a healthy dose of inspiration and a dash of insanity. Life must take its course though, and as of late, the wind has blown me in different directions. I promise to not leave you permanently, to make up for the time I have been away in other ventures. But know that you hold a special place in the vast, warm ocean that is my heart.


The one and only Moon



My First Video

Well, here it is.

I am super excited. I shall warn you all in advance, though, that I was super shy to even record this video by myself. But this will be the first of many more to come, so I will have time to get comfortable with the camera and express myself thoroughly as I do in writing.

Ahhh!! This is crazy, I almost don’t want to show it because I feel extremely shy, but on that note…

Drum roll please!


A Voice

Ahead lies a road,

A long one.

The sides are filled with trees

Whose leaves hover over

My walking silhouette.

Flowers that once blossomed

In the springtime

Are now dormant.

I see shadows about-

Red stains across some;

Whispers coming from others.

Dead bodies of water-

They resemble tears that once

Tasted of joy and sorrow.

The rain falls.

My feet are weary; I drag them.

Blisters on my toes.

My legs- sprinkled with mud

My pack burdens my back and shoulders;

But I walk,

Looking to encounter a new season.

The world’s turned cold,

Dark and barbaric.

I’ve been set up.

I was told lies growing up.

I was told we are all equal.

But the shadows that

Lay beside every step I take

Tell a different story.

Some morbid; some melancholic.

Others have no voices-

Perhaps they never did.

Still walking,

I realize that I have a voice.

And just like a lotus blossoms

Out of muck

I, too, will rise.

And speak for fallen souls.

And every time I’m surrounded by mud

I know it will wash right off.

My voice will resonate,

And my frequency shall vibrate

From shore to shore, across all seas.








Photo Credit: My Opera



1 pill, 2 pills, 3 pills, none!

“One pill makes you larger

And one pill makes you small

And the ones that mother gives you

Don’t do anything at all

Go ask Alice, when she’s ten feet tall”

-Jefferson Airplane “White Rabbit”


Street Art/Graffiti – Wynwood Art Design District – Miami, FL


Let us…

Photo credit: Fady Habib

Let us find that desire for understanding that we once possessed as children.

Let us not be motivated by greed but by a willingness to find health and happiness as we coexist.

Let us be filled with genuine intention, pure in nature.

Let us find meaning in the simplicity of our lives, and reason for the existence of one another.

Let us allow nature to once again become an extension of ourselves so we can remain grounded and find peace in the hardest of times.

Let us invigorate our bodies with exercise and skin to skin contact; let us nurture it with natural foods from the Earth in order to live abundantly.

Let us seek truth within ourselves and in our surroundings.

Let us not be afraid to reach out to one another in hopes of providing comfort, support and healing.

Let us feel free to spread knowledge amongst one another in order to awaken dormant minds.

Let us feel free to express consciousness, acceptance and most importantly LOVE toward one another.

Let us elevate one another as we are all extensions of a Higher Being.

Let us unite as one race.

Let us be wise; let us be peace; let us be LOVE.