Humble living does not diminish. It fills. Going back to a simpler self gives wisdom.

The Heart that is not in love will fail the test.

This is how it always is when I finish a poem. A great silence overcomes me and I wonder why I ever thought to use language.

A lover knows only humility, he has no choice. He steals into your alley at night, he has no choice. He longs to kiss every lock of your hair, don't fret, he has no choice. In his frenzied love for you, he longs to break the chains of his imprisonment, he has no choice.

In real existence there is only unity.

You have been hiding so long aimlessly drifting in the sea of my love Even so You have always been connected to me Connected, revealed in the known in the unmanifest I am life itself

Listen. Make a way for yourself inside yourself. Stop looking in the other way of looking.