Let love ache you, Where there is honesty, there lies solace. There lies comfort, A soothing of the pain. With the lengthy changes, And the seamless pillars upholding consistency, You are trapped in an illusion, So let the pain be part of it. Like the sun of the spring, And the lightning of the summer, [...]
Familiarity is a never-ending loop -- where does it begin? At repetition. Repetition is the key to honesty Repetition is key to finding answers Repetition answers.
In moments of delight When objects glisten, Sounds echo thoughts. How do I not foresee? How can it be so different? If I indeed Saw all of it, I'd see it all.
Waves of wind have Come, come and gone away, Swinging right and swinging left Through the autumn night. Words of love have Fallen through the open space, Snowflakes destined for the peaks What a winter sight! Bring your secrets, Bring all your honest friends, Bring your paints and bring your notes, Bring your summer’s theft. [...]
Water to my hips, Freshness of the breeze, Coolness of the light. Water to my knees, Coolness of the breeze, Freshness of the night.
Camping under the paintings dripping of pomegranate juice Hoping to catch a drop I spend many hours here The strings of the cello vibrate and drip with luscious honey This one’s for me But I’m too far away already
This stream is flowing To thaw the iceberg. If it will, The iceberg is one with the current. This stream is flowing To thaw the iceberg. It froze — Touched the still lake of past.
Նետելով այս վախը, Ես անցնում եմ առաջ։ և սակայն այստեղ Տերևները կանաչ Դեղնել և ընկել են, և վարդերը թոշնել են՝ Իմ հոգում ծաղկել է Ազատությունը քաջ։
I believed that the high tide Exemplifies the strong - Clears dirt, dissolves what's old, But I was wrong. The low tide opens Truth. Old can't be shaken or removed. Old simply hides, But it resides In every wrinkle of the new.