EAVES AND A BUTTERFLY OF RAINBOWS (Okolo Chinua)

“ The wonderful thing about the eye is that it reflects… The eyes are the window to the soul” For this to begin you need a little bit of silence… And breeze, and trees and trees… Something has to come out of you so yes, to see this clearly you need to look with closedContinue reading “EAVES AND A BUTTERFLY OF RAINBOWS (Okolo Chinua)”

THE COLOUR OF BREAKFAST (A Psalm for the Broken-hearted) [Okolo Chinua]

In the dawn of my wake there’s a system dawdling, in mannerisms and abbreviations known to the awoken. For fear lies not ahead but within, an enclosure of boxed openings.. Let there then be a sea, that the staff might part into halves..that the asleep may rise… What colour is breakfast? First it’s tailess, thenContinue reading “THE COLOUR OF BREAKFAST (A Psalm for the Broken-hearted) [Okolo Chinua]”

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