that is, what is not

that is, what is not
for sane eye is blind
in light to bliss

we go as we know
for path chosen
the destiny of ours

that is what is
The Father we knee
indeed

for what I am
to ever build
in sane, so clear
no fear of sound
and other realms

distant presence
dreams of bright night ...

for listening
for hearing
for you, for the world:

the Ship

address of pic

Ship of The Sun
For travel The Sky
Ship for The Sun
In The Milkyway
For messages of Past
To bring The Future





Had a dream
Of a vessel
I've seen
Times before.
Now query Comes
This dream of what?

be tuned...

be tuned smile-emotikon

the sound of you
out of mainstream
is what creates
empty glimpses of crazy mirror

there's me, I find...

so, while you speculate with words
for unseen stand up reportage..
I can read your lips, indeed.
we're in same, we do all same