All dust is the same dust. Temporarily separated To go peacefully And enjoy the eternal nap.

Color is the overpowering of black; white – the final victory over black.

When magic through nerves and reason passes, Imagination, force, and passion will thunder. The portrait of the world is changed.

Senses empower limitations, senses expand vision within borders, senses promote understanding through pleasure.

What does infinity mean to you? Are you not infinity and yourself?

A word into the silence thrown always finds its echo somewhere where silence opens hidden lexicons.

Why poetry, you ask? Because of life, I answer.