"They say the nightingale pierces his bosom
with a thorn when he sings his love song.
So do we all. How else should we sing?"~Gibran

A metaphysical door
exists
inside us
that separates desire
from reality.

Creativity
and intelligence
are the keys
to open that door.

Creativity
and intelligence
allows
free access
to those desires.

… to understand the forbidden,
you must first understand the creative urge
inside the artist /

You, sweet poet, are an artist /

perfect

precious

mysterious

~

Existence,
to the artist,
is a highway

Existence,
to the artist,
is a room
where desires are worn
like clothing

Be
what is beautiful
inside you … it is there
to wear …

like clothing

It is there
to experience,
and to share

It is there
for the poems …
and for the jazz …

and for the blues clubs

after all the tourists have gone away

Again
last night
you were beside me
in dream.
(we wrote poems and joined our blood)

Again
we were face to face

And again …
you were handsome.

~

I need to close.

Someone
just
walked into
the coffee shop
at the edge of the universe

someone
I need to talk to …

I will write more soon.

Sas