Along with our madness and wild flowers, there comes the strangest kind of silence, spraying every fiber of the beings and non-beings, calling for more.... I’d love to be the voice of a soprano singer, so I can move through all borders and see them vanish with every spell-binding note. I'd love to be the prayers of the devout, so I can hear the story of the hearts and see them soften with every sweet-sounding word. Some days are easier, Some days are tougher, along with our madness and those resolute looks, gliding through life here and there, passing through crowds West to East, every thought gives birth to a new dream, every action gives rise to a new reality. whatever has left to conquer, to search, to crave, my happiness can't be hidden any longer, for she grows and glows, stretching-out like the ferocious laurels, to confess something sacred, spilling-out like the untamed passions, to name something lustful, and like those favorite love poems, to live in my heart, and stay. What they called the Garden of Eden, I no longer in content, the child I was, I taste her in tears and blood, I dress her in gold and compassion, I walk her in love and beauty, O' dear God, leave her in peace now! Let no one, no world, no Hell, no Heaven, to ever intervene, the Greatest Love of my life.