The length of love
has no limits.
Like gold,
it is passed down until
the last children.
We are full and we are here
until the sun goes down I
stand at the edge and watch.
I have grown in colors
and in shapes I am many.
Beauty of one
in the us.
The window is left open
as if a small bird was
hope.
Every day we fall asleep without waking up.
The night affair is not a long one and yet
I never seem to leave.
The soul
longs to come home,
longs to believe.
I sanctify Your name.
Cleanliness of the hands.
Gratitude for each step.
Who is your hero?
Joining the search is a large boy.
What makes you large
is not your size or your age,
but your voice.
Poison Dart Frog
Jumping to the sun, swimming in the lake, carrying its young, the color of green all over the leaves swiftly, moving fast, running. At last a fighter, lover, carrying its little brother.
By Jaye
What to do in this place
of searching?
If it has an end
I am less afraid.
To have no end
means to have no stillness.
When it is in my hands
yet slipping.
Fear destroying my subconscious-or it is my subconscious who destroys the fear?
It continues
because hunger
does not subside after
just one meal.