Each moment contains a hundred messages from God.

Suddenly the drunken sweetheart appeared out of my door. She drank a cup of ruby wine and sat by my side. Seeing and holding the lockets of her hair My face became all eyes, and my eyes all hands.

Listen to presences inside poems.

Words are a pretext. It is the inner bond that draws one person to another, not words.

A generous friend gives life for a friend let's rise above this animalistic behavior and be kind to one another

The quieter we become, the more we can hear.

What is the mirror of Being? Non-being. Bring non-being as your gift, if you are not a fool.