I love my maths...
And I do my poetry...
Inborn is the art...
Reborn is the goemetry...

When my lines are void of profection
I get to balance the equation
What a joy I get in providing solution
With my rhythm and its variations

My love for art is to infinity
Playing around with numbers is divinity
And when I get confused in the mapping
I resolve back to my writings.

In the Temple.....there is a
transparency of a sweet sensation.
I'ts like a little child seated behind a window
by the seashore
Yearning to swim within the billows
beyond those glass doors.
For the way is clearly seen.....but
deceived by an invisible obstacle.
Tons of love are within the heart
Tons of thoughts are within the fear...
eyes....beautiful and bright but covered with tears
For love can tear down any stronghold...the heart
is the substance that GOD beholds
While pressing towards profection...you must release the
walls of protection and let GOD arise!
In the Temple...there is a transparency of a sweet
sensation....that has been blessed
from generation to generation to generation.......