'Realistic dreamer' is not an oxymoron.

It is interesting to note that poetry, a literary device whose very construct involves the use of words, is itself the word of choice by persons grasping to describe something so beautiful it is marvelously ineffable.

We are the ancestors of those gardening the universe.

I am sacred when you love me. I am your sanctuary, you are mine.

My body is the fruit of spirits' play.

Is it a form of social play that underneath the words people say, there is a different conversation going on?

I'm in love with the whole world.