Mother once told me
I am a healer

She wanted to mold me
into a doctor
to cure the ills of the world

But since I could not
objectify people into molecules
I study them as whole instead

I become a psychotherapist
to cure the sufferings of the world

When all I want to do is
transform the ugly into beautiful
by constructing stories of
strength, hope and
the human potential

the breaking through
from darkness to the other side
into the light

to shed light on human existence
and hold it dear and sacred

Yet it is me who is most scared
It is me who live in the dark
and cannot come out
of the box into the light

this box has molded me from birth
the molecular structures of DNA
that my mother and her mother
and her mother’s mother
and our motherland generated

It is me who is most ill from deformity
fitting into boxes I do not come in shapes of

It is me who needs the most healing
that I as the healer have not healed.


You are
and everywhere is you
You are in

the sharp jawline I see on
Doe Lone

the attached earlobe in
every person with the phenotype

the waves and curls of
of every fizzy dark mane

the silhouettes of figures that resemble
the shaft of your neck
the slender torso and
slight gradient to your waistline

the relaxed mannerism
of every (tom)boyish movements

the brands and shops that
bear the same name as yours

the room in my core that
has all five senses of you
etched into every surface and orifice

until my breaths and heartbeats
become murals of our story

you are here
near and dear

I am awake with you in our presence

voice (1)

your voice is silent
crowded by the music
of everyday life

the song you sing
its vocals echo in the
emptiness of

a yearning heart

loneliness isn’t painful
the vacuum is

you sing for a return
from deafness

for the voice to come home


so many cycles
of so many stages
in so many shapes

you come to rest
once again

your feet differ today
your wings have no sway

you are here to stay

the underside of a leaf
of this flower is where you perch
she embraces you

you, with conviction
in quiescence.


You give your heart to  me
and I give you mine.
In every second we breathe
my inhalation synchronizes
with your exhalation
– we are of one breath.

In our youth
and in our maturity,
we are partners
in this journey called life.

With all the uncertainties
I feel so grounded in you and I,
for I am in you and you are in me.

I have prayed for,
may have prayed for,
will continue to pray for,
our union
in every incarnations prior and after.

This is one Samsara
I’d rather continue
through the dukkha,
hurricane storms,
and roller coaster rides.

This one attachment
I’d rather keep as human.
One suffering I’d rather experience
if it means I can love you for eternity.

For I am in you and you in me
and I am human,
I love you as I love myself,
in our own humble humanity.


i undulate
and land
embedded in you

you vibrate
and i
absorb you

there is no bridge
it is a serendipitous synchrony


Life, so be it
So be the force
To push and pull
And tear away…
To meet on the other side
Of this membrane
Into abyss
Into nothing that can hold you
The same way that the womb has

Fall into the beginning
Of the count down to your last breath
With the first breath you take
Full of possibilities
Full of destiny coded
Into its own molecules

The DNA of your history
Born out of all your ancestors
Transcribed before your conception
Your name given before
You can voice your own

They call it Life
I call it
This free choice
Isn’t my own to make
This existence
Isn’t my own to create

They call it Life
I call it Stifled Strife.