I must address this energy.I want to consume my love. No way around it, the Self is committed to every bit of color that paints the subject.I suffer because my Eye is entranced, infatuated. I melt into the heat. My energy is volcanic, raw and primeval. It does not understand thought but action and fire.…
I have birthed the spiritual crisis I was meant to have. The promise of a pending love quickly came back to me and my mind became sorrowful. I felt like a small bird being tortured by the smoke of a chimney that I thought would keep me warm after a long day’s flight. I am…
I thought I had you back with me, but you have handed me a book and asked me to read. I can hardly see you beyond this cross, your voice becomes engulfed in a speech foreign to me that my mind immediately rejects. It scares me that this is you. I don’t want to lie…
The writer in love enters the world of sufism. I wage war against any and all, any and all who wish to submit me. They don’t understand the soul. They might speak of philosophy, the coward’s way. I say, walk through fire instead, I dare you to fall and stay in love. I dare you…