In that café, I penned my poems
pinned a living butterfly of my heart...
When you come across a bridge,
That will traverse a river or a stream...
The boy traveled far
hearing the Soul of the World...
apoplectic/apologetic
mystic/critic...
Empty spaces are saturated by omnipresence
when mirrors recognise...
The relativity
of each embrace and...
I'm sorry dad
I cannot be like you...
In me
there is a song...
If I stay or If I go
If I run or If I walk...
There are ends to the distances
There are ends to all the roads...
Floating objects on
a calm sea riding on crests...
“You have the right to
remain silent” they said...