I search for wisdom all over;

From pitch dark nights to brightened days.

I search it in words written and those spoken.

I search it in utterances of sheikhs and junkies alike –

from old women to toddling girls,

from college professors and the illiterate too,

from natural phenomenons and those man-made.

I search for it all over…

From the internet and the daily paper,

from paintings, drawings and sculptures…

from casinos, The World Bank and the IMF.

I search for it when I’m awake and whilst deep in sleep;

With open eyes and eyes closed too.

I search it in African nomads and Euro gypsies

and in call girls and pimps in red-light districts.

I search for wisdom everywhere.

In blocked sewers and fresh water springs,

in green jungles and barren lands,

in Kung Fu movies and Hollywood.

I search it at every opportunity.

I search

and search

and search…

I search for wisdom lest it doesn’t search for me…

If its a phantom I’m chasing, let the games begin!


Beauty is absolutely amazing

Its Bobby Riggs and Billie Jean King.
Its a dog having claws and a horse having not.
Its a sunny day in a devon winter.
Its enjoying the atmosphere and chanting through your heart
“What beauty this is” –
in rhythmic waves…
ripple after ripple.

Beauty is love circling around our souls –
Immersing itself into us,
through us –
and coming out bright;
radiating across the skies into others.

Beauty is Mekatilili, beauty is Hellen Keller.
Beauty is Majid Tehranian
and Daisaku Ikeda
in an exchange.

Beauty is
X and King hand in hand,
Everything pulsating
one rhythm of

absolute succulence.

Beauty is
you reading this,

seeing it,

and reflecting something else.