art of boxing

I want to look at the night sky, let the miracles take my thoughts

I want to slowly turn into dirt under the stars

I want to wake up at that point so far away

that even when looking I could not see…

translation:

to give love takes nothing, love is like the night sky

I can not touch it, yet everything is within it…

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endless epiphany ensemble

there are temples in the sky

taking all feelings ever thought

turning them into stars

where our hearts are defined

border between dreaming and lies

there are temples in the sunlight

taking all feelings ever thought

turning them into flowers

or that which is in our hearts…

this is where our hearts entwine

that border between dreaming and

what our hearts desire…

camera obscura

this is a photograph of fire

it is in our hearts

it never goes away

it changes course like a river

this river of fire in our hearts

how like flames love both warms and consumes…

no thing

there is nothing wrong with being fragile in love

is nothing wrong with being fragile in love there

nothing wrong with being fragile in love there is

wrong with being fragile in love there is nothing

with being fragile in love there is nothing wrong

terms and conditions…

how can we not be connected

from angels in the sky

to worms in the ground

in between looking up at galaxies

with feet of glue for gravity…

translation:

how much I love the dignity of people coming and going

much I love the dignity of people coming and going how

I love the dignity of people coming and going how much

translation:

some talk to god, some wear hijab, all colours under the sun

how could we not be connected

how each person is a star and the sky is our vision

how on a circle there are thoughts of division

how are thoughts of division upon a circle…

the lost piano…

just now…

should the world grow cold, frozen empty wilderness

love and compassion on this lake of faces

then I will lay down beside the frozen heroes

challenging the very seasons to deliver

the love in our hearts, the blood in our veins…

translation:

sometimes it feels like happiness is the hardest path to travel

sometimes to travel the hardest path feels like happiness…

 

 

 

circle of life

this is all of us

you are there, I am there

how we gently fall into the ground

our energy climbs back up to provide next years blossom

circles everywhere…