Come windless invader I am a carnival of Stars, a poem of blood.
what i need is traveling minds talktouch kisses spittouch you swimming upstream.
I shall become, I shall become a collector of me. And put meat on my soul.
What is the beauty of the haiku is that it is not simplistic. The beauty of the haiku I just said is very complex. It reaches all the complexities of our life on this Earth. Peace - that's a very complex idea, peace, so we can't get it as human beings.
...I write to keep in contact with our ancestors and to spread truth to people.
The words loved me and I loved them in return.