- Poetry
we are love in pure form
we are love unconstrained by the notions of time and space
we shine on in the dark
like the source, like the sea
that we finally enter
- Poetry
Every night, every day, and every night
I listen while wandering without aim,
But wake to find myself again in sight
Of everything that still remains the same.
- Poetry
don’t think about dust
or about
what we turn into
the ghost ship will sail
full of darkness
in its hold
- Poetry
In my earliest memory
I’m six months old.
Father lays me down on a black duvet
with white polka dots.
- Poetry
the mind becomes more mindful
and sight remains insightful
night draws nigh as day recedes
and what is heavy has been heaved
- Poetry
Dangerous times. Strange days.
No matter when you leave home – it's night.
Night and the flames of camp stoves in the sky
As if a crowd of tourists had waded
Into a forest glade.
- Poetry
The body is my news.
Everything is written there that others need to know.
And they need to know that what I experienced
is not so easy to forget.
- Poetry
In these dark times, many complain about
the lack of light
badmouthing all that is white
as tainted and stinky
- Poetry
Of all the possible worlds for me Wherever I was, or travelled to see There was one / it seemed / the truest Neither above / nor below uprooted
- Poetry
because now, at this moment
everything is fine
water still tastes good.
I am still alive.
- Poetry
I should like to take you someday
to the underground vaults of this city,
where beneath the steel-clad enclosures
the fiery carbuncle stone glows.
