I don’t know why; when I look at you, I see myself
Beauty is the garden scent of roses, murmuring water flowing gently...Can words describe the indescribable?
Watch for all that beauty reflecting from you and sing a love song to your existence.
Love comes with a knife, not some shy question, and not with fears for its reputation!
Don't put blankets over the drum! Open completely. Let your spirit ear listen to the green dome's passionate murmur.
Flow down and down in always widening rings of being.