I’m the wave pushed by the wind, always receding before reaching the shore.

The sea loved the moonWhen she was supposed to love the shore.The moon knewAnd hence made his intentions known. That she should love the shoreWho was destined for her.Yet his protests seemed weak. And even...

Without Psychological Evolution there cannot be any form of revolution. The self is constantly changing. Be involved, be evolved, be revolutionized as lucent and fresh as the new wave hitting at the shore. Become the...

In your experiment on life and love, I was the price you paid…and the one whom you hurt…I was your lab rat and you injected me with rejection o see how you’d fair, but the...

Time is a river sweeping away all that is born towards the darkest shore.

White-crested waves crash on the shore. The masts sway violently, every which way. In the gray sky the gulls are circling like white flakes. Rain squalls blow past like gray slanting sails, and blue gaps...

Just take my hand, lead, dance with me…and I will simply follow the blueness of the water, the white waves rolling free…where the earth beneath my feet and stars make my heart whole again…in long...

True love is the tide that pulls out to sea, but always returns to kiss the shore at sunrise.

Hazel blue anemone in a little SeaSide cave…drawing currents from the sea turquoise blue on sparkling waves. In ocean dreams, the poet waits by his grotto, passing days. Rhyming verse, his mind creates where his...

You don’t need to be the tide to rise and fall, you don’t have to be a wave to touch the shore; just be a little sand-grain and feel them all

In a sea of strangers,you’ve longed to know me.Your life spent sailingto my shores.

You do not have to be good.You do not have to walk on your kneesfor a hundred miles through the desert, repenting.You only have to let the soft animal of your body love what it...

Why a wise man is wise? The answer is simple: Because he has left his own shore!

Had I told the seaWhat I felt for you,It would have left its shores,Its shells,Its fish,And followed me.

I am the shore and the ocean, awaiting myself on both sides.

So I find words I never thought to speakIn streets I never thought I should revisitWhen I left my body on a distant shore.