I am a gadfly |
From their green fragrance
watermelons are bleeding...
Birds are as free as
they are trapped in between the...
The bright blade of truth
I draw from the sword sheath of...
His swords never seek
death or vengeance, they only...
Love me incomplete,
the way I am, otherwise...
Let me be indebted
to your vulnerability...
You have lost me
your true-born so...
You do not see the Absolute.
To see...
You—
who, in all this noise...
I shun all stain, all mark of mortal dust,
Except the trace that bears the sign of you...
Man is free only when |
We never are |
If you care to know my friend ~~my friend |