If reading Poetry is like watching crystals grow, writing Poetry is like crystallizing realizations in time; either way there are a lot of reflections!
He reveals hidden meaning,
in capturing the moment!
A lover from within,
sharing this light, his second sight
from the longing of his night!
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The Heart forever voyages, longing its compass, always going hOMe!
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- Body, speech and mind
- The happenstance of meaning
- sen·ryu: this longing heart
- Language and Meaning
- Love Up!
- Psychomachia; heroic journey
- Between each breath
- Let me speak in silence
- dumb, feeling heart
- Cosmic time
- an ever prayer
- In time and space
- Mystic hunting eyes
- Synaesthesiac
- No place is alone
- Dream up!
- Like you ...
- constantly remember
- Reflection
- the role of the Poet ...
- the Poetry of small miracles
- Sun in your eyes
- Dreams like Poetry
- Bukowski et alia
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