Every love outside of HIS love, is pain.

I have one small drop of knowing in my soul. Let it dissolve in your ocean.

My boat strikes something deep. At first sounds of silence, waves. Nothing has happened; Or perhaps everything has happened. and I am sitting in my new life.

Poetry can be dangerous, especially beautiful poetry, because it gives the illusion of having had the experience without actually going through it.

Doing as others told me, I was Blind. Coming when others called me, I was Lost. Then I left everyone, myself as well. Then I found Everyone, Myself as well.

This poetry. I never know what I'm going to say.

Now is the time to unite the soul and the world. Now is the time to see the sunlight dancing as one with the shadows.