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“How the sea pulls to the light our unfiltered emotions. How this moment calls us into a profound exploration of the soul leading to a self-discovery, where love clashes with whatever is ugly only to emerge with all that is pure and true. We wrestle with our own desires to discover our deepest longing...and we carry with us a newfound understanding of our deeps and it becomes a timeless search for what is real as the ache keeps us pushing through the tidal waves of life....”

“That hard sadness when the blue sky turns colorless in the forbidding dark of despair and I struggle like a robin nibbling at my depths to feel the fullness of poetry and all that is tender and sweet for I explode inside to be that drunken soul of summer and impossible dreams that lies deep inside my wellspring where the weeds turn to flowers and moors become mystical forests. Oh, how spring has awakened in my deeps as I desire to be all those things again--the youthful, hopeful, aroused wholeness again. So I can deliver myself to this world, enchanted in my depth”

“The scent of rain On a night as such, raindrops become the songmaker, as memories knock unannounced on the doorway, entering my deep, releasing the river of lyrics. Haunted by the days that no longer remain, as life seems like a mist, there comes the scent of rain with a smell of memories, washing away the sadness that lingered in the breeze. This soul of mine is drunken into the rain for it is the flow of liquid memories, the times we once had echoing through the alleys. In the rain is carried the moonlit sonata that your heart once shared with me. The touch of a raindrop and the past explodes with a smell of memories. But now it is, a lonesome night and the fires must burn bright, for that is how the lamp stays alive with the oil of memories”

“To find the verses in the bark of a tree...to seek the music in raindrops drumming upon the thirsty earth....to be sheltered in the silence lingering between the words...to search for a song of the fallen leaves....to revel in the gold of the olden times....to lend the ears as the earthen spirit softly speaks....to let the tales whisper from the wispy winds....of how the tree stood the test of time...this is the timeless truth of which the poet often writes.....for in the heart of the ancient woods....where the river freely runs so wild....there upon the riverbed sits the truth of all truths.....how poetry holds them all.....”

“In the quiet river bathed with sunset, memories become lanterns in the heart. Those days float as laughters of light, tender, holding cups of warmth. You may wonder, what memories are. They are the keeper of forgotten days, holding the scent of yesteryears, long gone. As sunset kisses the river, there fly the memories, the melodies, the forgotten songs. It is time to tell that beauty isn't always loud to speak of power. Sometimes, it is tender, sometimes it is quiet, yet, echoes all around.”

“Can you imagine a longing which is not for victory but the face of night, where the moon is aching to light the sky? What if a real thirst is not for the prize to be won, but for the song of night, when lovers whisper to one another's ears? What if, it is a longing for a language that the rivers speak to the sea? What if, joy is not in the conquest but in the quiet unfolding of a greater mystery? What if, a desire is not for the pleasures, but for knowing, how flowers give more of them, emptying them of every scent, only to be filled with the joy of giving? What if, the only longing is to know how waves come home to the shores, and write the story of the sea? How lovers rest in one another's eyes, to melt in the gaze of eternity?”