I love you so much that I could die.
Your face is burned into my very memory...

Delicate fluff
pulled...

What do I know of the land of Shiva,
the mantra, the sacred sound...

The deeper aspects of life
They twine and...

There is no right or wrong decision.
There are no idiots nor brilliance...

Ode to Pacience
And of the yift...

Each spring I return to the soil.
Upon my knees...

Who and What
it will take...