On being the flow
I asked “why?” and everything stopped.
I asked “why not?” and all started flowing again.
I didn’t ask.
and I was the river.
vintage elif, 2012
I asked “why?” and everything stopped.
I asked “why not?” and all started flowing again.
I didn’t ask.
and I was the river.
vintage elif, 2012
As they gathered around the table, no one knew what to say, where to start from.
It was how many months ago they didn’t remember, they had started the quarantine and now that it was over and now that they were finally together, this wasn’t what they expected really. Trying to gather their feelings, thoughts, arms, hands, bodies – oh well, none of this was helping. None whatsoever. Read More

I am a dandelion
granting your wishes,
just by making a wish
and giving it breath
you send my seeds in the air.
my seeds are your wish
your wish my command. Read More