I have a pet dog; his name’s Wiley.
He doesn’t bark. I don’t fear his bite.
He walks behind me silently
and howls with his pack in the night.

I’ve got a cat named Rufus–
though we call him Bob.
He pads stealthily; he makes no sound.
His pointy ears and fluffy tail are all I see
in the deep grass.
The rabbits fear when he's around.

I’ve got a bird named Hawk.
I watch him soar in the distant sky.
Red and gold feathers bend  the air
perfectly, making me wish
I could fly.

I’ve got a rabbit named Jack.
He eyes me suspiciously
from the lawn. And hops desultorily.
Then he’s gone.

from all the scars and the wounds
the bruises and the cuts
a garden will arise
full of all the flowers i ever loved
and all the bugs i avoided

from the blood and the water
crystalline rivers will form into mater
which will create a new sun
not too hot but just enough

from all of the meat and the skin
new mountains will rise in the sky
over rain clouds the birds will fly
with water that's always clean

from my heart and soul
a forest will come as a surprise
and from my mind alone
a bunch of ants will arise

The darkness before a storm, as if an entity was about to form


I found it so peaceful,when the world became so calm,yet hectic

When the birds started struggling for a shelter,even in a place so chaotic


When the eyes were full of joy, and wonder,seeing even a glimpse of thunder


When the sky began to roar with all of its might,

And the mother became so restless,as the child couldn’t bear the fright


When it finally,let nature feel its worth

When the people,for a duty,kept running back and forth


When it poured and poured until it flooded the brood


As it poured so harsh, yet the children played happily

Some watched silently,praising it unknowingly


The trees were full of life, in the end of this priceless strife


Finally,the sun began to show its witness,clearing a realm of darkness


The flow of existence,again became normal,leaving behind something unknown so dismal.

I will cry with you
I will hide your tears
I will cling to you
I will roll off with ease
I will comfort you
like no human ever could

Beyond death and life there is no separation, no frontier, no fixed boundary. What we call life and death are only names that thought has invented, abstractions to divide the indivisible, shadows drawn upon the infinite. Existence itself is seamless.

Life does not begin, as a flame suddenly born from nothing; nor does death end it, as if the flame were blown into emptiness. Life is the flame and death is the smoke — both movements of fire, both expressions of the same unseen source.

The river flows toward the sea. We say: the river dies there. But the sea replies: the river has always been mine. The star burns and collapses. We say: the star is lost. Yet its light travels across centuries, touching eyes not yet born. Nothing is lost. Nothing is separate.

Death is not the opposite of life; it is the hidden curve of the same circle. The wave rises and falls, but the ocean remains. To cling to the wave is to fear its end. To see the ocean is to know that the wave was never apart.

Beyond death and life is the abyss of nothingness — not a void of absence, but a womb of possibility. From this abyss the opposites emerge: presence and absence, form and formlessness, being and non-being. They unfold for a time, they dance, they dissolve, and they return. The abyss is not against them; it is within them. Every opposite carries in its heart the silence of its own dissolution.

To see this is to awaken. Fear falls away, for there is nothing to lose. Grief softens, for absence is another face of presence. Love deepens, for the beloved is never gone, only transformed.

Beyond death and life, we discover the transparency of being: full and empty at once, radiant and silent, ephemeral and eternal. We are not born, and we do not die. We appear, we disappear, we reappear — but always we are the universe unfolding itself.

The cosmos breathes, and we are its breath. The abyss dreams, and we are its dream. Beyond death and life, there is only the One — endless, seamless, indivisible.

Autumn is when I feel
less alone than other times

For when the leaves are brown
and the sky is grey

I feel as though my dark soul
is mocked less by the cruel sunlight

And I can be dark and melancholy
together with nature

- Wyatt St. Dymphna

Je me fonds en Elle
        que même lorsque les grillons cessent de chanter
        je me retrouve toujours allongé
        avec mes myriades de pensées
        à la contempler,

La nuit.

Et Vénus se marie avec mes yeux,
        reflète verte dans mes pupilles
Elle me dit de m’endormir mais,
        j’en suis incapable

Voilà des années que je la regarde sans jamais
        pouvoir la sentir
Et pourtant, elle mourra avec moi,