lately, all
of my
veils have
evaporated,

laying bare
once-hidden
vistas and
emotions,

leaving me
open and
vulnerable to
either being

loved by you,
or simply
vanishing into the
ether.

your energy is intoxicating
if this is addiction
i don't ever want to be sober

Share your darkness and light with me..
Find me outside of you..
Through the light and back again..
Truth is where you find it..
Dream about us..
Remember our moments alone..
Far away and so very near..
A picture plus a song will equal perfection..
Before dawn take a walk outside..
Let the sun remember you are waiting for it..
I miss you so much..
I last saw you at the pillar of angels..
And I know you are waiting for us..
So remember our moments alone..
Our links and waves. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .

This is not the mentality
     by which we were schooled -
This sense of nothing
     solid about ourselves -
Nothing permanent, nothing stable
     to lovingly cleave to -
That "I" is only a
     transient idea of "I"



- fr

Jasmine knew
Stones are telling to a river
The lines would be my blood

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