The observer and the observee are the same
but we cannot observe that at once...
What is love if not pain?
The stars taste just like knives...
I no longer see the world in grayscale,
instead the vibrant colors pop and...
When you are rock-solid you think you are forever,
before time breaks you down to the pieces...
The pain is adjacent to love—it’s why it hurts...
Some odd years ago, I plucked courage like wild...
in fields of roses sweet, I swirl
the petals soft, caress me so...
a violin
a violin...
And maybe there is magic
In the little things...
In that cafe I penned my poems
pinned a living butterfly of my heart...
Calmness
Stillness...
I really could not
think of anything to think...
There are no impediments
in the nature of true minds...