in a think my third
eye opened just a lose dream
awake different

The moon amidst
the celebrations of stars
still in its proverbial stance
only the eye no fingers!

If there ever a moment of flower
let it be today the rose
in the tips of the fingers!

Like a precious stone

in the landscape of her skin:


the eye of the cow.

Green eyes
I thought the color of eyes was just the color
Until I laid eyes on his
His green eyes
Became ordinary and beautiful
Oh his green eyes
The eyes that make me feel safe
The eyes that makes my heart feel warm
His eyes are not just eyes
His eyes are the most powerful
His eyes became my home
From thousands of miles away
His eyes as he looks at me through a screen
Manage to make me feel so special even with the distance
Oh the man with green eyes
The one that made my brown eyes become so much more
Since he looks into mine like I am the prettiest girl in the world
The man with green eyes that saved a brown-eyed girl like me

Beauty’s in the eye
Of the person who beholds
And value’s in the mind
Of the person craving gold

Or a puppy, or a painting
Or a Bitcoin, or a tree
Value’s NOT intrinsic
Value comes from you and me

A thing has value only
When desired by me or you
And people value differently
Just look - you’ll see it’s true

That value comes from valuing
And not “intrinsic” worth
And values vary widely
Across people of our earth

Bitcoin’s proven valuable
To people the world around
Maybe you should get some
As it’s quickly gaining ground

The value keeps increasing
As adoption grows demand
But supply is known and stable
It grows scarce in every land

A drop of beauty spot
a black mole
or a cool shady sketch
on the golden brow
of a sunny day.
The evening is always
welcome at the end.

The night from off site
pops on her way
however pitch dark
weaving even more black
across that kohl-pollen
embroidery
a sky full of stars
will keep an open eye!

The wee hours late night
in a blink of an eye
blows her Niqab (veil) away.
Oh, that folds springs in style
in the chalice of rose flower
never gone with the rainbow
splash of the first light!

Stunned broad daylight
rather looses for words
punting in sleek brook of twilight
scurries back into the night.

Eye on the mirror.
See the heart,
the treasured treasure?

Can't spill the beans
is more than
science or art!