Look
White doves...

We built our coffin from the planks of our habits.
We have no choice but to be obedient to our death...

A mirror stranger,
a parallel line in motion...

Seeker:
_Master! teach me you...

The awe of turning old,
winds your blooms away...

We must switch
the focal point of our attention from...

When you violate the innocence of your husband,
falsely accusing him...

Just in the moment you smile
life...

Life is a case of water colours
wet and suggestive...

The lashes you saw marked on my body
are but half the story...

We are still here yet
none could outlast the flow of...

There is a calm in
the water that would never...