I did not come
to hear the echo of my mind...
This world is an insult
to the human soul...
Love was made for you and me
By my father...
Enlightenment,
a state of consciousness...
Plagiarism
is the vice of those...
In the quiet moments, I find my heart,
Whispers of worries as shadows depart...
They would not let God
into His own house...
Let the king of my heart
Wash my soul...
Why does the dead fish still stir
toward the unbitten bait...
When I was a little boy
I used to make...
The hourglass narrows—
time’s throat swallows lies...
B is the echo of A—
a ripple born in time...