
Do dreams have dreams? (Asked the sleeping child) In the mind of an artist The world becomes a language of symbols…
Consciousness abound. Disembodied light traveling through unknown dimensions. Grounded by a four petal lotus. Magnetic earth.
Deep within a dark mountain Peering like some invisible child Through walls of stone Silence fills the air As the poems form without words…
The moon is shining above the clouds. A dark tranquility of peace. Rain is coming. To nourish the plants.
măth″ə-măt′ĭ-kəl precision Abstracting the complex Concise fragments of /ĭn′fə-nĭt/ probability Distilled into their essences Our minds attempt to intuitively comprehend The vastness of the…