RISHIKESH WRITINGS

On Meeting Her Again

Desire manifests
and the heart longs again
The Universe delivers
A sense of expectation develops

Memories from the Attic

I hold an empty envelope

Crying, Cleansing

Tears

Selene

She’s like the moon
Playing games with my heart

Heart of Gold

And so today, the rest of you takes on a hue similar to that of your heart and the radiance of your aura…