To transcend, you must let go of yesterday.

Lovers Hearts.

Philosophy of change in a free verse poem–didactic tone, spiritual content.

Entheogenic Poetry.

This is a poem written in honor of a loved one’s passing.

Sing.

A tribute to Albert Hofman.

Sonnet I wrote about meditation and well being.

It’s not always that a poem is birthed by sorrow, but there’s just so much pain at heart when space isn’t bridged by the simplest of communication, such as in saying a “hi” or a “hello”–even if just at tongue’s tip…By perhaps writing down what it is all about, pain becomes a managed passion, and the lover a managed language…

A simple metaphysics of love is always grounded on the physical. Or does this say that its Heaven after all is an "uncut map" until one sinks one’s teeth into it? Do tell me…:-)