Leaves becoming sheets,
Trees becoming pens: they live
Among your stories,
Whose chapters will never end
Until the Beloved calls.
—-
Would you let me write the best of our stories, my Beloved?
May all beings be happy…

graphs of my Universe
Leaves becoming sheets,
Trees becoming pens: they live
Among your stories,
Whose chapters will never end
Until the Beloved calls.
—-
Would you let me write the best of our stories, my Beloved?
May all beings be happy…