the voice of your eyes is deeper than all roses

For whatever we lose (like a you or a me), It's always our self we find in the sea.

since feelings come first, who cares about the syntax of things?

hate blows a bubble of despair into hugeness world system universe and bang -fear buries a tomorrow under woe and up comes yesterday most green and young

Love is the voice under all silences, the hope which has no opposite in fear; the strength so strong mere force is feebleness: the truth more first than sun, more last than star.

The first step to expanding your reality is to discard the tendency to exclude things from possibility.

It takes three to make a child.