Masterpiece

Why do you feel that we must name things? What if they’re nameless…or shapeless… What if things, and all reality, everything is just you, resounding to me. What if I am you, resounding to yourself? What if we’ve just made up names for everything because we are afraid, this much afraid of ourselves?

Steamy bit of Heart

I’ve a very particular sort of temperament, which makes me very temperamental. My temperamental nature is, to some extent, my soul’s immune system: it will react and reject whatever request it receives that does not concur with my character. Whether it is someone’s interpretation of my meaning, or an offer to devoid myself of my […]

Your music

I like your music. It commands my heart to beat to your rythm. I like that, because when beating, my heart can feel yours and no words are required. You see, when you fill me with words, you play with illusions of meaning. But when you sing to my heart, there can be no mistakes, […]

“What’s the color of your soul?”

“What’s the color of your soul?” – the billboard asked, but didn’t care. … Mine’s green. A wise sort of green… that feeds both me and you, and nurtures our “here and now” luxuriously. Yours, mine, and everyone’s, between us…yours and mine. My soul is a soft, warm…tender sort of green that drafts it meaty […]

Atmosphere

Loving you sort of seems uneven… like you expect, or take untouched. I miss you more when you are present, And I can’t find you through my vain. ……….. I might reject you, You might keep me… But, little lamb, we are the same.