You would ask what I want to eat.
You would spend the day going to five or six stores.
You would call each of the kids to see how they were doing.
You would barbecue.
You would cook way too much food for two.
I would smile.

"In the end

everything will be fine."

Maybe it will.

But, in the end

will it even matter?

The world is the same

for you and for me—

What we see

depends on

where we stand.

A sacred geometry figure,
or a plasma’s luminous sphere?

It balances harmony
like a pentacle
evoking four elements
with ether’s unseen connection.

a symbol of mathematical perfection,
a talisman to evoke the four,
a heptagram's  triangular symmetry—
a charm to strengthen energy lines...

Or too dark a black hole!
yet to be define.

Why lotus petals drift?
It’s impermanence’s butterfly dream.
Calmness reflects where
emotions heighten least.

When fluids run deep,
it’s only infatuation—
a dream within a dream.

Why don’t I love?
For this love is a
possessive obsession to handle.

It’s a constraint,
sealing you mine forever.

So just flee—
or better,
not come at all.


For it's a Red envelope,
A prison house… or love?
My limitless love !

Missing the lights
In days and night
But pretending it is  all right !