step by step by materialize fully in everything you do in order to materialize dream into reality step by step i wasnt prepared for the amount of suffering that erupted from eyes step by so i kissed one of them but what i felt more was the seperation felt between…

the seams concern me I look for the seams though I know finding them will destroy me there are no doors only curtains and insinuations of portals. do I dare map home, do I dare map my dreams? every object I turn objects which constitute this universe the blocks Today…

The strength from standing with our society on the staircase while people gathered. The weight of the golden eggs, a surprise to many. The sound eccoing from the walls, enclosing us. The veil, feeling more and more familiar. The hugs and tears from strangers, preciously given to me. – FC/CF…

the immensity of loneliness is an empty note with no words letterless hence it can not be read never spoken of it merely lingers as an infinite singularity in the heart of existence . I leaned my forehead against your cold brick wall evoking the soundless roars behind the curtains…

THE PAST LIPS ARE NOT DECEASED Why not look at the beauty your memory holds,  so nourishing that light can be. The past’s lips are not deceased. Let them comfort you if they can.  – Kabir (c.1440 – 1518)  

Finding that your words are missing           did you rip them out?   Finding my own words are now missing         will they come back? Shards of acuity gone the ability to write bereft The austere void now present and my hand  …

Just like in dreams, we create when we are awake. We create love, we create suffering, we create death. We are the creators. With one movement I can go back to recreating thousands of years circle of my past lives Or I can opean my eyes, hear, feel, taste and…

the dusty corner where the tiny insect breathed its last is grayishly dark on this speckled evening with no sound or movement in a still temporal loop yet only a strand of cobweb reaches gently to touch your retina and captures a hint of your life essence . tonight I…

A fire burning feeding on black threads Sown into eyelids of all the corners Consuming time It is to breathe the slit air you cut with your hand through a window To look for words and finding them elsewhere elucidating in the fire pit Glowing when not a void appear…