A poem is not always created
Sometimes it creates you

To inscribe the hue and kind of elongated square
In a pattern that
The consciousness be

Was not a going
But a coming to self

Once in a while
Children, fight..
Adults don’t fight- they allow themselves an unreleased childhood

Peace transcends understanding

The Christ consciousness
That allowed itself, by adult-children, to be crucified

On some leaves, there are poems
They create you

Unction-waters are drunk from these leaves
That he watered with some words, some silences and few glimpses of similarity

Our drawings will always be different
But meet in the soil
We know we should not crucify The Just!

A resurrection from a Word
An isolated word
Glory

Hold the pure
Let the measures of purity be

Isha Upanishad says:
Even if the whole is taken from the whole, the whole remains whole

Give away Wholeness
To the part able to absorb the leaf’s moisture in drink

Peace passeth understanding, always!