a love note to my muses...

Love to be surrounded by people that will make love to my brain and fertilize it with the seeds of creativity. Love when I am surrounded by people that bring me to awareness to a place of atonement and to the present.


Where I can let the reigns of creativity run wild and free. Where I can unleash the child that resides within me and with innocence and ingenuity take a fresh new look and approach at life and its mysteries.

A place that is loud but calm since you can see all the shapes forms and sides to every angle.

A place where only you can speak the language and its entire lingo. The seed, the spark, the flame, your center.

Like a tree you feel rooted grounded planted but with room for growth, movement and without constriction.

The branches grow and sprout as the wood take twists and turns changing evolving cracks here and there...

Where the occasional lover comes by your trunk and scars it with its initials but you heal creating branches that are longer stronger but yet sway with the wind.

I love to be surrounded by people that will make love to my brain and fertilize it with the seeds of creativity...