A dead leaf has no form, detached from its tree where can it belong? To the tree, it is a discarded form and to the ground, a dead leaf. …
Songs of Pleasure and Pain: as a smile comes to your lips it sings its song of joy, as the wind blows through your hair it sings its song of freedom.
This poem express the perfection of spiritual enlightenment and how the spirit moves within the enlightened, and yet paradoxically the enlightened one must rejected enlightenment as a false truth.
Darkness is Spirit’s arrow of clarity. In sleep humanity fades and one may touch a dark and ancient world.
Beloved, if everything is imagined then our consciousness when gathered completely takes flight and this world is the dream,…
Peace in trade: I saw a picture of peace, in a simple kitchen scene, hair in dark ringlets a face of middle age, and eyes as deep as wells.
Divine is not an ideal; it is not a concept that can be upheld, a state void of recrimination, a harmony without the utopian ideal – lost when one clings.