Expand your heart.
Dare to trust.
Another break up,
another breakup.
Grief is a revealer of life’s

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

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

Something wondrous
like rain droplets reflecting ligh
The miracles of the universe
to which I would like
to surrender for once.

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

I breathe still,
the space resides.
The river comes to fill
the higher tides…
Oh beautiful essence

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

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

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

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?

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

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

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

Blossoms form
fruits for the trees.
A wind that blows through the leav
rustling
like wrapped paper

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

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

I want to see that photo again,
study it properly.
I want to hold the print in my han
smell the faded mixture of ink and
feel it smooth under my fingers.

Lately I wish to write poetry;
the thoughts that travel
into and out of my conscious mind;
scrambling and unscrambling words
gathering into forms of art.

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

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

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,

I wish there were words,
to assemble what I’m experiencing,
but all I can see are
glimpses of memories;
the situations I took for granted

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

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

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

People come and go, as do their ge
Never again in the same order as b
The wind blows continuously,
rearranging things on its travels.
The smallest fraction of seconds t

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

Love...
It seems to be
coming back to my memory;
a nature that I would have forgott
if it had not been for the dreams

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

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,

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

May my tears erase all the lies.
May their release dissolve all the
May my heart now shine through all
May all that I do demonstrate
that I’ve chosen to forgive you.

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

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;

Ten minutes past.
I know I’m late.
I let him know I’m here.
He makes me wait.
From a distance I pretend

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