you send me pictures
of the flowers you saw this morning
and told me you think of me
everytime you see something beautiful


what saddens me is not that you are so far away
rather, that we let a fire with the ability to burn down acres
die into a flame barely strong enough to light the way


*we have become limited to
photographs & greeting cards.

Opening doors...
There is more...

More than stars,
More than universe's.

Doors ajar,
As well as shut.

Doors to everywhere,
doors to nowhere.

The space between,
Infinite and infinitesimal.

The cyclic nature of energy,
Never ending always beginning.

paradoxical alphas omega,
They are one in the same.

*Separation is a byproduct of consciousness.

Death of self...
Is only another door.