Have you ever wielded rhythm as a weapon …to whip rioting inner spirits? How about melody as a mallet … to mold your pain into shape? Have you held harmony as a hammer …to nail hubris on a cross? How…

There is a time when time inhales deeply to take in a breadth of secrets Then after a pause, it exhales butterflies – tiny bits of existence scheming the surface of freshly mowed grass. And bees – brave beings flaunting…