there’s no cigarette invented
for the depth of my thoughts
for all the unspoken words tended
towards you and your untied knots
smoke rises like the cloud
passing over my eyes
ashes fall on the same ground
on which time slowly dies
so to keep myself quiet
I always smoke two
one for my solitude
and one for you
In this market of feelings
I am lost in a corner.
If you’re looking for conventional beauty
for impeccably tied ribbons and shining wrappings
go ask other merchants.
Here is quiet,
one can feel the peace
and under all layers of dust
and endless cracks of time
smoldering passion burns.
“Angels are simply extentions of truth upon the fabric of life
And there’s far more dark than light.”
for in every grain of wheat or sand
there’s hidden more wonder than you can imagine
Open your eyes and see
that we are no cosmic accident
that we are part of a huge universe
that we cannot understand with our limited mind and senses
In this endless journey
we are small colourful pixels
vibrating under the hand of our Creator.