In the fullness of time
the strangers have no turning back
across the cities and continents
...
Hope is the spirit
that never dies
except by returning
and shattering
...
You are the shadow when I lift
Up my palm to shield my eyes
From the always vertical sun.
...
Lynette Pieces of Pebbles
Hearing your muskrat of love
sentimental interlude of bach
...
The mountain of a seeker existence
is like straw before the wind of adam
It saved him from fear and hope
...
The tao of beauty
arise from majesty
between mine and me
an invincible bond
...