Awake is not really that conscious

It is as asleep as the sleep itself

The essence of life is in the denial

as much as acceptance

The creative moment is like flight

you have to let go

Once the tongue is in

the penis is not too far away

Timing is in the preparation

A good question has no answer

Whatever you yearn for

you lost it on the way

What is that wonderful place?

between asleep and awake
hidden from normal attention
as if to protect it's grace