Tree limbs rise and fall like the ecstatic arms of those who have submitted to the mystical life. Leaf sounds talk together like poets making fresh metaphors.
You live in my heart where no one sees you but I do. That vision becomes this art.
I used to read the myths of love Now I have become the mythical lover
Where the lips are silent the heart has a thousand tongues.
There is some kiss we want with the whole of our lives.
Submit to love without thinking