Author: M Pillai

Fluently speak the language of the soul. Often reconfiguring to new forms, states of being and styles. My multitudes have multitudes, at this point.

Equal parts wild woman and luminous wolf, I don't need a reason to howl at the moon. Seek everyday magic and find it in the mundane, the middling, the misty, the margins.

Sometimes, we need a canvas to paint on. Mine are dried leaves and tree barks and the backs of dogs ears. Dipping into the dew, I write about the greatest powers on earth: love, empathy, compassion and equanimity in the hope that one day I will be drenched in them.