" untitled "

in love with the mystery of connection,
in a desert,
waiting and expecting,
a miracle, a flower,
love and music combined,
to form a new jazz,
a new movement,
before the night falls,
and another
new day begins.


" the magic of breathing"

the color deepens , in intensity,
a syncopated mix
of blue, green and purple,
as if one is drinking
milk and honey,
as if one is consumed
by the ecstasy of
existence, the magic
of breathing .

a pattern emerges, after 3 years of being
in a foreign land,
a pattern of colors, words, and a
a pattern of happiness.
sometimes improvised,
sometimes constant,
i look for the objects, the images,
the eyes of people,
so that i can record and remember
the treasure
that never changes.

sketches of the moment

dreamless

a dreamless night
is a mere pause
to a spectacular,
detailed,
compelling dream.
Eyes closed,
perceptions soar,
and a new world
begins.

life beyond the circus

there is an existence, where
our roles are being turned upside
down, where our voices become
the other, where the usual ways of seeing
become inverted, as if it makes
no sense,
and freedom becomes the way, of love,
of infinity,
as if we have lost touch with the reality
we grew up with,
and become part of a fantasy that
seems so surreal, so strange,
but yet so
compelling.

fire

the fire is in the distance,
shapeless and formless,
but i can feel it in my mind and heart,
as if i am drawing closer,
to the warmth, the blaze,
even though
i cannot really figure out
how far away i am still,
from the desired hill,
the desired promise
of honey.

exit from a dream

there lies a pattern in my dreams,
with a rhythm that is improvised,
free,
with the color red, like blood,
filling the sky,
till it warms the whole earth,
like a big candle among the stars,
showing me the way around,
through the wilderness, the alleyways,
the deserts,
till i make an exit
from my dreams,
and see a reality
in a new land.