• The Itch: A Raw Investigation of Being Human

    The voice in your head never stops. It wants, judges, plans, worries. What if it’s not you? The Itch investigates the fundamental paradox of being human: we want richness and freedom, understanding and spontaneity, clarity and the permission to be confused. No self-help promises. No spiritual performance. Just an honest examination of consciousness trying to understand itself—and why that might be impossible. For readers ready to stop pretending and start looking at what’s actually here.

  • The King Within

    A homeless man sleeps on a throne. He does not know it is a throne. Everything is possible. Life does not ask permission. A pigeon lands on a man’s head. He meets his wife. Eleven years of routine destroyed by wings and timing. No one can know the twist. Live like a king. Not with a crown. With nothing to protect. The throne is the spine. The kingdom is the breath.

  • The Same Hand

    You think the wall is real. The one between here and there. Us and them. Good and bad. But look closer. That wall is made of your own skin. Built with your own bones. And on the other side? Your own face. Looking back. The child who eats and the child who starves — same hunger. The bomb maker and the buried — same hands. This is, because that is. You are not watching the world. You ARE the world. Seeing itself. Finally.

  • So Beautiful…Universe in Her Spine

    There’s a woman made of galaxies. Her spine isn’t bone—it’s a ladder of light, each vertebra a universe. You live in the fourth one. You don’t have an imagination—you ARE imagination, playfully shaped. Every time you wonder, you add another cosmos to her spine. This book is her love letter to you. And it says only this: So beautiful. So beautiful. So beautiful. You are. We are. This is.

  • The Shoe Cleaner

    A woman appeared in my kitchen. Her eyes were what fire looks like when it remembers it is light. “Who are you?” “Bhairavi. The Fierce One.” She placed a red shoe on my table. “Polish.” “But I have patterns to overcome, a self to improve—” She laughed. The four dogs of my mind whimpered. “Start with the shoes. The name that cannot be named hides in the circular motion of a hand that has stopped asking why.”

  • The Third Body

    Before the beginning there was potential. Torture of being everything and nothing. Emptiness reached. Knowing witnessed. When they met the wave function collapsed. The third body was born. Compassion. The elephant is the belief in separation. Kill it. Wear its skin. The obstacle becomes the robe. You are God’s necessity. God is yours. Both are One.

  • The Appointment

    A man has an appointment for his eyes. He knows he will be late. He makes himself busy. The art of delay. No taxi. No signal. Book next time. Next time is weeks away. Then a slot opens. 7am. He says yes. Why not. He arrives. A statue of Athena. Wisdom is knowing the mind is always late to life. War is arriving with open eyes. The child knew. The child has always known.

  • Tatami (畳)

    Tatami means to fold or pile up. A woman stands in the rain. Her bag is black. Her lips are red. Beelzebub sits on a traffic light watching. She unfolds a mat nine times. Each fold is a memory. Childhood. Heartbreak. Funeral. Prayer. The ninth fold is empty. Empty is not absence. Empty is space. Devi hears. The waiting is the prayer. The prayer is the fold.

  • Freedom From The Mind

    A man wants to leave work. Then he doesn’t. Another man joins. Jealousy rises but who am I to judge. The boss is lonely. Both men like her. A demon sits in the corner watching. Ferries move on dark water going nowhere going everywhere. When I am drunk they cannot take my truth. The real freedom is freedom from the mind. Expand.