wings of silence

i listen to the rain,
inside silence
with soft wings
in now solitude.

my mind filled
with restlessness
had taken me
to lonely places

where i talk
too much
to escape me,
my skin.

i see clear,
orchids in flower,
slowness of life.
now is only

the calm sound
of drops falling
and breathing
in candle light.

inwards-another way

each time i write and talk i say too much
where i feel words have no place,
nothing is about words.

human beings are not wells of crystal
clear water, they ex-press shit just the
same:
let me learn to be silent.

Break of reality ,Anodynia 1 Tranquillo

Arms And Sleepers ,Butterflycatcher

Clitoris, as i just noticed how unkwnown this is even with educated people

    http://www.etereaestudios.com/docs_html/nbyn_htm/about_index.htm

    Based on urologist's Helen O'Toole research 1998 (!),
    followed later by modern research methods (MRI), O'Connell et al., 2005
 
    http://www.ncbi.nlm.nih.gov/pubmed/16145367