WHAT LIFE MEANS.

Bells ring, the dawn echoes Brooms sweep, the gate opens Flames lit, the vendors stroll. Through wooden lattices I look into life and the lifeless.

Celebrating solitude

Coloring the square Singing the faith

And Running the living. These constant changes Gave my stillness life.

The clocktower, Brings the afternoon Rings the responsibility. My Horizon change. Travelers rest, Sellers pause. Some remain.

I belong to people Not kings or the gods. Listening to Devotees Dreaming with the deviants,

I understand all of What Life Means.

A beautiful dream.

The divine gift of a soul. To feel and be felt. To breathe hope, To dream.

The day,

The bell rang like never before Flattening the faith. Pitch black and grey, mid-day. I surrendered, I collapsed. An eternal ring of screams. Blood over and under

I took all of What Life Meant.

11:56, Nature reimagined

The man and the man-made That ring. That beat, From underneath Shook us all Shook us all…

-The Kasthamandap Temple

In the memory of all the victims of the devastating earthquake that hit Nepal in