I whisper through your song
a song as old as the beginning of time
when the sun opened itself
and allowed the beauty to bless the earth
I sing through wordless rhymes
the rythms moving my feet
and touching the weightless clouds
the wind accompanying my soul
I own the grandness of creating
with the touch of radiant fire
embracing and moving all that is
riding through the waves of dimensions
I feel the freedom of the soul
the choice in every moment
exultant expression of desires
running with horses.
For David and Kirsten, my children in this life









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in a capitalist society, morals are a competitive weakness
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trying to follow the voices within
and thanks for the watching
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...emek varsa güzelleşir dünya...
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My paintings are here [link]
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in a capitalist society, morals are a competitive weakness
A Present Past [link]
to your
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"Seeing" the unusual...EVERY DAY
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M.H.
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