
Do dreams have dreams? (Asked the sleeping child) In the mind of an artist The world becomes a language of symbols…
In this life, a like of silence. Reflecting beauty from a world above. Deep within the mind no violence.
A golden beam of light fallen on the sand. Ocean water flowing in a meditative rhythm. Sand seems solid when married to the perfect…
Life is a mirror, clear and bright, Reflecting all within your sight. Do you reflect the gentle light, Or let the darkness take its…