You were always going to be great

To be something more than you expected

To be proud of your endeavours

To show the world

To shake your fist at those who said you couldn’t

I knew you could, and would

I saw the rawness inside

The hunger, the pain

And now, now you’re there

No longer looked down upon

No longer a shadow

You, are all that you deserve

I am honoured to be a part of that



The Waiting Room of Re-incarnation…


In the waiting room of re-incarnation

Souls mill about, the famous, the infamous, the poor and the sick

Have they played out their lives according to their script?

Or gone off plan, off course, neither following fate or destiny

They mingle and mix sharing their stories, their truths, their desires

Waiting to be again, to love, to laugh, to exist

Re-connecting with those that they loved

They will return whole and new

Except for some distant dreams that nudge in the dark of night

Memories dulled, they live again