Voice

Your voice / Trips and breaks / Over your smile / Rivering into the wild / Of my favourite sounds

Text: Your voice Trips and breaks Over your smile Rivering into the wild Of my favourite sounds Advertisements

Joy

Joy - poetry by Roshan James, Wellesley, Ontario, Canada

Text: Awake into the colour of joy After braving the long-cold night

Wind

"Wind" - poetry by Roshan James, Wellesley, Ontario, Canada

Text: A new wind blows The old ashes away Renewing life In abundance

Lean

"Lean" - poetry by Roshan James, Wellesley, Ontario, Canada

Text: There is fullness Untold And uncontrolled, I’m learning, The more I lean Into the unknown

She teaches me

"She teaches me" poetry by Roshan James, Wellesley, Ontario, Canada

Text: She whispers simple words To the wishing star Remembering in the morning light What she forgot to say at night Because, “stars are still in the sky Even when it’s day, Mommy”   She chooses earrings for me and asks If she can blush my cheeks She’s hopeful That I’ll wear the long floral […]

Open

"Open" poetry by Roshan James, Kitchener Waterloo, Ontario, Canada

Text: I want to stay open to the mysteries of joy after healing To the yield of gratitude in the face of less I want to take in the fullness of this life In all its weird flavours, its mottled complexions The brittle and the soft The acid and the sweet To feel the balance […]

Little things

"Little things" poetry by Roshan James, Kitchener Waterloo, Ontario, Canada

Text: The joy of this life is to uncover newness In the little moments, to find beauty Hidden in plain sight And to be able to share all of this With those who understand more than they see

Here is joy

"Here is joy", poetry by Roshan James

Pure joy Can be simple Like looking down Realizing You have one more Bite Of something delicious It’s also like Looking Into your face Realizing You are still Here

Ask

Ask, poetry by Roshan James

My heart asked my eyes To go looking for you today But they couldn’t find your face In the crowds staring back So my heart asked my lips To tell the tale But they couldn’t find the words To speak Of joy unspeakably Terrifying In depth and height Broken Over time and place Strewn So […]

Practice

Practice, poetry by Roshan Grossman

With practice A voice gets warmer Stronger With words repeated Spirits can be lifted Up through the rafters So sing, sing This new song That brings with it Not just hope But life The first preceding The last And the last Anticipated By the first Forged and fortified Through practice Perfected