Wailua Sunflower Fields

Intro

Every aspect of reality is transformed
in the vision that is blurred, clear and concrete
between possibilities, the only. Lying
random, our consciousness reaches, the road ahead
mirages. The chords cry.
is a melody of light every shadow. In the darkness
only see a pain or longing.
And knowing is always something else.
understand is to distance ourselves from what we are. We
Desencontro to get us. We emerge
against each science, or religion,
is a scientific way of measuring the fault.
In every scar
blood flows to meet the impact
and last, in the echo of endless pain ....
And each letter takes me. I can see no need
of a world, there are landscapes
inside
being outside.
your side, that it is silent,
and what will eventually become small
with your green eyes,
look from the old claims and resigned.
I can sense that you can also do
and you can see it, makes your decision
draw a question in my stillness.
think is stop feeling. Feel
thinking is to live it all behind a glass
fogging.
As a bridge between space and fog.
never know if the other end ...
But the climate is static water
a look with our hands.

Only you I intuit.