All Language Is A Longing For Home.

If You Could Leave Your Selfishness, You Would See How You've Been Torturing Your Soul.

My Heart Is Burning With Love. All I Can See Is This Flame. My Heart Is Burning With Passion, Like Waves On An Ocean. I'm At Home, Wherever I Am. And In The Room Of Lovers, I Can See With Closed Eyes The Beauty That Dances. Behind The Veils, Intoxicated With Love, I Too Dance The Rhythm Of This Moving World.

This Is How It Always Is When I Finish A Poem. A Great Silence Overcomes Me And I Wonder Why I Ever Thought To Use Language.

No One Looks Back And Regrets Leaving This World. What's Regretted Is How Real We Thought It Was.

Dive Today From The Cliff Of What You Know Into What You Can't Know.