Life's design moves around white lies

I want you closer, even when you're hugging me so hard I can't breathe, I want you closer. You are every religion I've ever explored, every God I've tried to find. Everything I attach myself to cos I can't reach it, I'm left imagening, I'm left wondering. I love you cos nothing is as good as you an imagine it. If you were different, if I wouldnt have to wonder anymore, maybe you wouldnt be like art anymore, maybe you wouldnt be miracles and magic. You'd be just another fault in reality. Another perfect person telling everybody else how to live life, as if there's only one way.   There is not only one way.

San Francisco, California.


Love is devotion

yoga every damn day

colors of india

sache que je n'oublie rien mais qu'on efface

every siren is a symphony and every tear is a waterfall

the first mosque in all of india - qutub minar.

welcome to delhi, india

That's the difference between heaven and hell. In hell we starve. In heaven we feed each other.

I figure the day I'll be at peace I wont be scared of dying. I would love nothing more but to give my imagination of a mind to the answers of religion and faith. What simple life it would be to know deep down what awaits. Peace has to be the strangest stranger to fear. I'd let religion take me, lift me up and steel my worries, but rain would find a way fall on this still peaceful river to give me waves of shades, hiding in the heavenly light. There is this desire beyond answers and logic. A feeling, a sent. Peace is not to figure out the mystery, it's to accept it. Truth in honesty. A feeling, a breeze. Peace comes from within, I've heard. Peace is everywhere, it's already resting inside of us, it has nothing to do with tradition or history, only will and understanding. God, whatever that may be, is in kind hearts and kind hearts are greater than any death or tragic. Therefor the great mystery that we feel, smell and breath, is love. The very worn out word that makes us. The mystery is how the hell all of the loving love feelings can fit in our tiny bodies. We should be wales floating in the sea, there is no logic in love. There is no answer to the mystery. There is nothing to do but to accept this and make peace with the limit of our imagination. To be a strange stranger to the fairest of fears. To love love love as big as wales and and deep as oceans.  

Thank you dearest grandma' for the lovely card, happy valentines day everyone. share the love.

Sometimes for a reason, sometimes without.

In pretending to be a man in love, he became a man in love.

Maybe we can find new ways to fall apart ?

Love seeketh not itself to please, nor for itself hath any care, but for another gives it's ease and builds a heaven in hell's despair.

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