So I wait for you like a lonely house<br>till you will see me again and live in me.<br>Till then my windows ache.

Then love knew it was called love. And when I lifted my eyes to your name$$$ suddenly your heart showed me my way.

I grew up in this town$$$ my poetry was born between the hill and the river$$$ it took its voice from the rain$$$ and like the timber$$$ it steeped itself in the forests.

About me$$$ nothing worse they will tell you$$$ my love$$$ than what I told you.

My soul is an empty carousel at sunset.

Our love was born<br>outside the walls$$$<br>in the wind$$$<br>in the night$$$<br>in the earth$$$<br>and that's why the clay and the flower$$$<br>the mud and the roots<br>now your name.

Whom can I ask what I came<br>to make happen in the world?

It is not so much light that falls<br>over the world<br>extended by your body<br>its suffocating snow$$$<br>as brightness$$$ pouring itself out of you$$$ as if you were<br>burning inside.<br>Under your skin the moon is alive.

Many people think excitement is happiness.... But when you are excited you are not peaceful. True happiness is based on peace.

Waking up this morning$$$ I smile. Twenty-four brand new hours are before me. I vow to live fully in each moment and to look at all beings with eyes of compassion.