I just saw new birth

new flower show me the face.

It’s the source.


We go to the source.

The river is going from

the source. Where?

Shared happiness

on the wings of our shoes

pocket full with fire.


My heart is drum orchestra

when is playing the song

that you are singing!

Manasa vaacha agochara*

Spaces between letters

oceans of mystical desires

*beyond mind and words.