I will cross the twilight zone
to meet you in zero space...

Where death
and exotica meet...

Life invades the truth.
Who cares...

How to begin
the journey of truth...

An evening primrose glides,
on my rough hands...

Over the lake
moon was hounded out...

My garden cries for no reason.
Kindness melts into a rain...

Tracing the primordial culture of truth
in its oneness, we find the ultimate answer...

I stay connected out of the body,
with fireworks...

A parallel pain walks with you
when you split into space and time...

Somewhere the truth lies still and frozen
why can't we measure ourselves...

Movement spurts the truth-
an endless journey...