Posted in poetic reflections

Born of a Prayer

Where did your name come from?

Ila is prayer without demand,
a stream that carves through shifting sand.
Her essence, timeless, vast, and free,
a bridge between the “is” and “to be.”

Posted in self reflection

Becoming

How would you describe yourself to someone?

A whisper of calm, with a thunderous core,
A seeker of less, but dreaming of more.
Part wildflower, part well-read storm,
I bend with the wind but refuse to conform.