He offered me a leaf like a hand with fingers.
I offered him a hand like a leaf with teeth.
He offered me a branch like an arm.
I offered him my arm like a branch.
He tipped his trunk towards me
like a shoulder.
I tipped my shoulder to him
like a knotted trunk.
I could hear his sap quicken, beating
like blood.
He could hear my blood slacken like rising sap.
I passed through him.
He passed through me.
I remained a solitary tree.
He
a solitary man.

*Nichita Stanescu

Death

Release

Zen man
Failed

Kiss

Moist

Sleep

Clouds
Weep

Handhold

Reality

Surround yourself with goodness.
Embrace the power of  the words.
Search  their deepness ,
The magic that's inside,
That magic which is nestled inside their structure
And let them to be infused with meaning.
Let the unwords  to resound through the pure air
And breathe .
You will understand their essence and symbols
And you will be prepared  
To pass through the gateway to your own inner universe.

Summit

Guide

Into some ocean

Poetry

*****

Goodbye

If I could talk not
I would never, forever.

Silently thrilled
by the voiceless unwords within

If I could talk not, forever.

If I could talk not
I would never, forever.

Thinking the doing
creating the world end and begin

If I could talk not, forever.

Trust


Ego

Slime

Fractal

Shell

Love

Give

Moon

She

***

No

Useless

Happy

You

Speechless

Too much

Word

Silk

Wine

Eden

Knew

Cornucopea

Empty

***

No

Bottle

Flog

Moon

Dust

Achoo