Even the flowers know
Of nonconformity my love,
They grow in through
The cracks of society, unwavering
Seeking truth…they even
Defy nature growing from
Her cliffs to view all of
Her beauty


Vermilion Winter

it was no gift 

but one the universe 

had woven into place 

and he had stumbled upon it

just like he does into his

dreams he looked at its

exuberant color

fabric and touched its

rebellious fabric that

was worn by previous primordials 

like himself…

and then he wore it around

his neck… in that moment

he became his true self 

all that was magic in his life

became reality in

one finite moment 




The alchemeists’ heart

is amorphous and

quiescent thing you can see

the sun & the crescent moon

in their eyes… sometimes

you might see the universe 

blossom and Metamorphosis right before you

if you dare try to see the beginning 

and end of it all….

they take on many forms

a cat or a dog maybe a tree or

a human being possibly sometimes

a rose they have the curse of the cosmos

and the gift of nature, they could take

you into a dream or they can show you how

cashmere reality is….




Space Time Garden (follow the colors)


The porcelain walls became

obsidian as dark

as a singularity 

where nothing 


on the walls

of nothingness 

he started to paint 

the colors of everything 

and slowly the flowers

he had planted became

buds as he remembered everything

soon the bees came humming birds too

a Paradise of his own and island

in his own mind a dream a

butterfly effect in the spiral flowers 

of the cosmos all those lives he

came across were the very flowers

growing in his garden of Time & Space