Study me as much as you like, you will not know me, for I differ in a hundred ways from what you see me to be. Put yourself behind my eyes and see me as I see myself, for I have chosen to dwell in a place you cannot see.
Beauty surrounds us, but usually we need to be walking in a garden to know it.
And you? When will you begin that long journey into yourself?
Whatever sorrow shakes from your heart, far better things will take their place.
Wings of Love long only to fly away from all directions.
If these poems repeat themselves, then so does Spring.