Chasing shadows in the sun
when we are not on the run...

Warmth thrives within each individual cell,
an energy without much luminescence...

Like the flowing river
through cold ice...

The Sun it rises in the east
as sure as it sets in the west...

With hocus pocus
you got my focus...

I'd love to go to Holy Lands, in my heart,
When turmoil ceases, and the peace has returned...

July 24 1915 is a birthdate
I will soon most likely celebrate...

When my heart is an empty vessel
after I take my very last breath...

I have had ideas that don't belong to me
because I have come to know, my lucid dreams are...

I read his life and times,
and visited his grave...

I want to lie with you to tell you the truth
There is no eye for an eye tooth for a tooth...

Is there a mat at your door
welcoming all of your kin...