What pains me the most about what is going onIs that the suffering of a group deemed lowerIs due to the suffering of a group deemed higherWhat hurts one groupHurts the other I know this becauseWhat healed mebrought me to the other sideI gained from doing what needs to be done.We at this point aren’t…

What are words, really? Besides mere black and white ink A simple line, perhaps One that we have seen Time and time again Over and over without meaning, simply imprinted onto paper.You look once, and they’re nothing –Mere words that hold nothing. ButThis time around, You look and Something happens.The look deepensAnd quickly, without realizing,…

The studying of art Need not be studied You must not ask How can I do this Deliberately You must ask How can I get there How can I master The subject that Isn’t a subject? How can I possess What’s needed to flow outwards Keep your eyes and heart open is all.

Love is an anchor, itreels us in.Love is an anchor, it keeps us afloat.Love is an anchorit keeps us above the darknessit keeps us in the light.I’ve been tempted by thingstempted by forceswith their bright lights, their common phrasesCome with me it saysallures me, it promises me something, glamorous and glorifiedIt takes a second but,When…