Category: Writing
Paradoxical
Love is a thing twoness.But underneath any twoness, man is alone. And underneath the great turbulent emotions of love, the violent herbage,lies the living rock ...
There is a Seed in the Darkness
Here one can neither stand nor lie nor sitThere is not even silence in the mountainsBut dry sterile thunder without rainThere is not even solitude in the mounta...
I Am the World To Your Dream
I am the world to your dream.You are my sorrow and my song.You ride the shaman’s conjured wind.I am a lover’s net.I catch your butterfly notesand dr...
Gentle Heart
See the mountains kiss high heaven,And the waves clasp one another;No sister-flower would be forgivenIf it disdained its brother:And the sunlight clasps the ear...
Rose Petals Fall
One of the loneliest aspects of time is transience. Time passes and takes everything away … But the opposite is also true when you are having a lovely tim...
It’s Not a Place
ADAM: Wheresoever she was, THERE was Eden. Mark Twain, Eve’s Diary ***** It’s not a place, but in you, my love,where I pray to live and die.I was gi...
If I Could
If I could reachinto the pastand pluck a petalfrom that ghostly flowerI’d pull you backand tell you that I loved you. In your dying hoursI saw that you triedto ...
Hummingbird
But because truly, being here is so much;because everything hereapparently needs us, this fleeting world,which in some strange waykeeps calling to us. Us, the m...