In an ocean of words…
I am constantly learning how to live free.
Poetry
the limits of my language are the limits of my world
People
wheresoever you go, go with all your heart
Places
happiness is not a station you arrive at, but a manner of traveling
- One
- emerging from the woods
- a smoldering world
- 8 interpretations of a box
- -The Forty Eight Periods – The Week of Freedom-
- the rocks, the sand, and the sea
- To be loved
- “You may say I’m a dreamer, but I’m not the only one…”
- a reminder in cherry blossoms