Your Eyelashes Will Write On My Heart

Poems Are Rough Notations For The Music We Are.

The Soul: A Wide Listening Sky With Thousands Of Candles.

I See My Beauty In You.

Everything You See Has Its Roots In The Unseen World. The Forms May Change, Yet The Essence Remains The Same.

My Soul Gave Me Good Counsel, Teaching Me To Love. Love Was For Me A Delicate Thread Stretched Between Two Adjacent Pegs, But Now It Has Been Transformed Into A Halo, Its First Is Its Last, And Its Last Is Its First. It Encompases Every Being, Slowly Expanding To Embrace All That Ever Will Be.