Would you part with gold
for a day in Paradise.
Don the leaves of Adam or Eve
follow the path to Shangri-La
betwixt the twin peaks.
Your dreams with vivid visions of
horizons and paradise lost
Xanadu is calling if
you open your screaming heart.
Would you part with gold
for a day in Paradise.
I say that you are already there
open your eyes
let go of the fear
the gold you seek
is everywhere.

I don’t speak Maths
but still I programme
miniature computers
till the night is
dawning

I don’t speak Music
but still sing in the shower
and dance the mambo
with a head full of
loudness

I don’t speak Poetry
but still I stack
word upon word to try
to convey my world
to you

A Pawn in the
Binary clash of
Chess

A Pretender in the
Perpetual game of
Life

A Seeker of the
Absolute truth through
Words

I am all – and none