I just have met youYet have already known youMany lives ago
— Dry Monkey
the Good, dualistic soulswhen all is in harmonythey become as one, God
Someone had woken my sleep
Til we walk down that aisle
The mother of my unborn child
My love grows in anticipation
His love consumes her
We stand opposite
I thought you liked me
Don’t be impulsive
Cultivate a sincere heart
Inner essence sleeps
Beguiling clouds of pleasure