Strive not to understand me. Even I stopped doing that. I learnt that before I could understand me, I would be wise to first understand the macrocosm, for it is my grand reflection after all.

If I understand it, and you do too, then you will understand me, and me you.

I told him, "darling you move me but my heart is in the Mediterranean". And he answered, "so is mine"...

Transcendence is before you should you choose to take a swim.
Into your deep blue you dive and all that is within.


Referred to as my subconscious so you may understand me clear.
But there’s nothing very simple about the message I’m sending here.


The colour of your blood, the liquid through your veins,
is really just a pathway to the place that feels your pains.


The heart is an ocean but within it there’s a sun, submerged beneath the ocean, and all that is but one.

Burning branch lit aflame, no dove can rest and it is a shame.

When peace needs rest and the city is burning, her heart grows tired and rest now yearning.

A safe place, lovers in a field, where the dove does rest and needs no shield.

Beside the Rhine where all is well, let me stay, let me dwell.

But calling back that world on fire, more knowledge he said, you do require.