stained

too much

hidden

mattonella

kairos

paper

bocca

Is you soul alive?
then let it feed!
Leave no balconies where you can climb;
Nor milk white bosoms where you can rest;
Nor wine cups while the wine in sweet;
Nor ecstasies of body or soul,
You will die, no doubt but die while livingIn depth of azure, rapt and mated,
Kissing the queen-bee, Life!

mano

The earth keeps some vibration going

There in your heart,

and that is you...