Becoming myself, Mental layers dissolve to show

When I write, I write long, winding passages with the resounding bang of a gong.

They will try to take your tears and sell them as diamonds.

You are made of the element of elements, The basis of basic = the most potent (it is)

Ananta, I am infinite, Changing with each moment,

Today and again and again Opening myself

As fable-like as I may seem, I promise you, I am not a dream. I dreamt for a thousand years, And still, I dream As everyone else hopes for a

I think I saw an angel today, for I was so enamored, so enthralled by that hair and that smile, so taken by. So my question lies all the