time is a tree (this life one leaf) but love is the sky and i am for you just so long and long enough
Love is the voice under all silences, the hope which has no opposite in fear. . .
Seeker of truth follow no path all paths lead where truth is here.
The sweet small clumsy feet of april came into the ragged meadow of my soul.
O to be in finland/ now that russia's here)
I spill my bright incalculable soul