A promise is a promise.
Only a lie can be made
with an expiration date in mind.

You and I
are the sand and sea,
we will always keep coming
back to one other.

You and I
are the trees of eternal spring,
we shall never leave.

Not every day is remembered
as special or significant,
not every word spoken between us
is Hallmark worthy.
But love is never absent
and what is shared
never forgotten.

Alone we are
merely ordinary,
together we are considerable,
whether it’s sharing ice cream
or each other’s
aches and pains.

The road we traverse,
hand-in-hand,
may be covered with obstacles & illusions,
but the horizon
is hardly false.

For look!
God himself smiles upon us.
These vows are indeed
of an endless variety...

During its plummet to the ocean floor, the pebble wobbled. Once settled at the bottom, it was not bothered by the waves that washed across the ocean's surface, frequently and often violently. Before settling down in the self, the mind like the pebble goes through a comparable journey.

Waves open
Real lakes deep

Fresh and real
Milk even rich

His mind went back and forth between courting disbelief and summoning unholy spirits. It stuttered its way through delirium drills before plunging into the abyss of uncertainty.