Twinn Swan

In Kingfisher, my 11th book, I invite you on a journey that is less about rushing towards moksha spiritual liberation and more about circling inwards into the complex and shadowed terrain of the soul. It mirrors the way true freedom happens through revisiting and through returning to wounds and memories we think we know, only to discover new layers of truth each time.

Moksha in Kingfisher an evolving process of evolution—one that embraces the tension between letting go and letting God. This collection of 108 poems is an unfolding spiral rather than a straight path. The poems I’ve written do not seek to bypass pain or discomfort.

Instead, they move through longing, surrender, and breakthrough again and again, as if caught in the fluid rhythm of Nataraja the Lord of the Sacred Dance. This repetitive looping carries the reader deeper into the heart of experience, reflecting the Piscean spirit’s nature—always circling, always dissolving boundaries between emotion and memory, between suffering and insight.

Kingfisher’s structure is a deliberate echo of this sacred spiral: thematic motifs and linguistic refrains return like mantras, building an intricate pattern of progression and return, where the past is always touched anew yet seen from a gradually widening perspective.

Each poem functions as a vessel holding a moment of spiritual rebirth, its place carefully arranged to carry momentum. There is an intentional layering here—repetition as a deepening of consciousness and as a way to track the subtle tides of retreat and advance, reflection and release.

Through this, the collection becomes a mirror of our inner tides, where emotional waves rise and fall without losing shape, revealing the contours of a deeper calm underneath. The purpose of the repetitions and refrains is to draw the reader into an almost hypnotic engagement, creating an emotional whirlpool that challenges and soothes, pulling the soul into the depths of self and then lifting humanity toward moments of luminous insight.

The words themselves are prayers and invocations—carrying the possibility of moksha not as an abstract concept but as lived, felt, soul-reaching experience. When you read Kingfisher, you enter a sacred space where poetry is spiritual wisdom—one that carries you through the intimate complexities of being human and towards the fragile, luminous edge of awakening.