He Comes!

This morning From a distance, a small star Called out all mountains of the earth, to move aside. Ocean always return to the shore, the golden milk of paradise pours into emptiness of earth veins. Vast infinity of surrendering Intimate stillness in embrace of  God.  Ah, the invisible circle, love, playing her lyrics. A tender…

I died and life began.

My poems are written in spontenous moments of joy, agony, awareness, expansion. I do not edit or change them after birth. They carry the pure intention of loving all there is, in present. This is one of them, after a huge transformation, just returned to uk with no money and place to stay from San…