Without her life is to me
Music to a deaf man
A crimson sky to a man born blind
Spoken words to a mute
Unfulfilled longing
The undying desire for the unattainable
Feeling the wind in your hair as you sprint to the lame
Beautiful poetry to an illiterate
The desire to gather the stars in my hand
And set them in the blackness of my heart
To breathe in the peace of the ocean
And hold it in my troubled soul for but a moment
Life to a dead man
Without her life is to me

.




                                      ... & there was the deep mountains


( & there was this young boy --- )                                                    


•   ....  ....  ....

Oh girl

You look so foolish

Walking the defiled corridors

In your

White Underwear

)(

the TIME
Is

NOW


                                          ( when all the symbolism
                  Completes itself )

One PICTURE emerges


One story

One life

.... .... .... •

( YOU ! )

You enter with full consciousness

You the Power

&

The Glory

•


All the vain talk of al the vain love

Is silenced

Now that the

EMBODIMENT OF WISDOM

( YOU !  )

Have chosen to appear

  x

Experts everywhere
but humility is needed
to keep on learning.