Everyone Is Overridden By Thoughts;

Sometimes The Shadow Stays Next To The Light. Sometimes It Disappears Into The Light

The Water Said To The Dirty One, “come Here.” The Dirty One Said, “i Am Too Ashamed.” The Water Replied, “how Will Your Shame Be Washed Away Without Me?

I Was Dead, Then Alive. Weeping, Then Laughing. The Power Of Love Came Into Me, And I Became Fierce Like A Lion, Then Tender Like The Evening Star.

Listen To Presences Inside Poems.

The Soul Is Here For Its Own Joy.