My hands are drawn from nature’s b
forming a channel up towards where
I perceive.
Life is changing, I’m transformin
A new…something forming…

I hate the moments where you leave
on my own to wait for you,
sitting here in the company of my
not yet independent of the fear of
When I sit there waiting,

As the doors to the heavens open o
my heart opens out
to your unfolding embrace.
I am where I am.
And you are where you are.

I’m trying to find what is true;
what I’ve been seeking in the idea
The girl I dressed in kindness an
ended up being my own story.
And though the theory that had for

I wish for a sign;
to give me a hint
of the smaller steps that must be
In the past few days I have felt
my thoughts become clear and my he

The sorrow that fills my heart
wishes to be seen.
I wait, and accept all the tears
from all that has been
The past is gone, yet it still exi

What is it to be in love?
And why, when I look upon your fa
does the knowledge of this state o
It goes beyond reason or sense.
There is no mathematical formula t

I’m looking for substance,
though I can’t find
the essence that is trying to esca
from behind
the blinds of my mind.

When, upon a door opens
to reveal a glimmer of glistening
the one who’s mind
has grown tired
of something meaningless,

We are all the colours,
visible andand invisible.
We are all the sounds,
heard and unheard.
We are all the words,

Obsessed with finding out how you
and the best method to reach out t
If only I had known myself,
before I got to know you.
And now I don’t know what is left

“Fear not the dream.”
He whispered in her ear.
Sweet memories
of what had once been here.
When the mountains’ layers

What am I really feeling?
May these things be known.
Where am I really going,
if not back home?
Why these feelings of stuck-ness?

We believe what we perceive exists
In truth, there may be none of thi
We choose from our sense
of what is possible.
Our concept of reality is what is

I saw a recent photo of you.
You are exactly as I remember
when we last knew one another.
And I,
always trying to get through that

I am angry because
I am.
And I don’t really know why.
I feel hard done by,
and somehow I feel like there is a

Pools of magma stir under the thin
The earth is consciousness.
When the juices of fermented fruit
and the molten rock is disturbed b
He

Oh Lady, Lady so fair,
with your full pink lips
and your light brown hair.
Your name is scattered through
my lover's memory;

She is within me.
She flows through all of me.
She knows what is deep inside.
She knows all that is within my mi
She knows how I perceive.

The greyish blue morning haze
wetting the leaves gently with dew
I listen to the rhythmic jazz
with a cup of the usual morning br
A feeling intense yet still untran

Where are you,
my admiration,
with the eyes of light
and the spark that moves life?
Since our first encounter

I sought her
within everything I did
and imagined how she would
carry herself, think, talk, feel…
I imagined that somewhere she was

Blue rhythm,
talk to me,
let me see the sun.
Blue eye in the nothingness...
Im talking to no’one.

I did it for the journey.
Never did it for the goal.
To experience a learning process
and make magic of it all.
To turn the events into stories

I wish I could be honest
and speak to you of my journey..
To tell you that this intense ener
vibrates through me like an electr
with switches at different locatio

Timelessness..
I wait...
Waiting for that energetic flow
with which I can just go
and glide

Every morning that I wake up,
I awake to another side of my stor
As if at night, God tosses a coin
to decide what I’ll be and what I
in my waking reality.

What makes an artist successful?
Experience, maturity?
The ability to see what others mis
The ability to experience differen
To dive into the depths of the sou

It’s time to pick up all the piece
put them back in place.
Fragments of broken debris
disintegrate to reveal that face.
Oh how I long to see that again,

The trumpets of fame
can find us again...
sometime...
Never thought I’d get again this
The commotion that surrounds;

I still long for her;
wish I could reach out to her;
wish I could see her;
wish she could see me;
wish I could meet with her;

Why do you remind me of science?
You remind me of all the things th
and what I miss on a cold, clear w
classic architecture, mechanical s
detailed paintings, heavy musky bo

July 17th:
I see you everywhere.
I hear you everywhere.
And this desire to understand,
this longing that makes me want to

The feeling too strange yet not un
cradles within my rib cage.
I think I’ll go, I’ll disappear
outside into the night.
Away I’ll be, separated from

None could win that game you see.
At birth, it had been created for
That oldest couple,
I mention no names,
showed her how to prepare

Take away my pride;
all false interpretation
of who I actually am
and my place in creation.
Let me now see my face