Actually
it was in the apple of your eyes...

Not finding it anywhere
but in yourselves...

Like a bird in the cage
of a unceasing movie of fly...

I am from an ocean beyond your eyes,
_ that is why your eyes are beckoning me...

Under the window
of an unknown beloved...

Our nakedness is not as deluding as our attires.
Love is a nude self-recognition...

Absolute
is the silence of a canvas...

Tree's inquest is glow
whether in the sunny skies...

Justice is a balance, an equation of something
as deep as our souls...

Oh, the tiniest flower!
lost in the vastness...

Between madness and sanity
between past and prospect...

Engrossed in whiteness
rolling down from snow fall to...