just now

sunshine breeze

moonlight

the smell of the moon

the buddha is not happy

the buddha is not unhappy

the buddha is.

moonlight and breeze.

cadence and desire.

wild!

infinitely sweet...

i was far away and your message reaches me you point me in your direction

i look... i know and i don't.

your love, your daughter, our passions...

close and distinct. intimate and impersonal.

inspiration.

birds chirp. irises bloom. men fall.

life is nothing at all, is it?

another day. another word. another universe.

infinite. distinct. unique.

eternal. ours.

this thing that you call being in love

remember, it was last fall and then it was in april, and now it was in may. each time you ask me if i am in love. each time i am elusive. each time i tell you that i am always in love. each time, i do not want you to know my deepest secrets. each and every time, i do not want to show you all of me. each and every time, i have nothing to hide.

remember?

you are right, i can not hide from you. i can not hide.

yet, i try. each and every time i try.

am i hiding from you, or am i hiding from myself?

can i hide from myself?

what is it that i do not want you to see?

what is it that i do not want to see?

fear is a banality these days. i have entered ground that i never dreamed existed, and yet always longed for. deep down, this is what i wanted. in your weakness i have found my power, and in your power i have found beauty. going beyond fear, and going beyond words i have found peaceful waters, hurricanes and torrents. beyond all of this, there is you, me and nothing at all.

this thing that you call being in love, what is it?