Poems about creation - Lina Ru

Surreal Infinity

Unknowingly I met eyes unrequited, shivering as an unknown language was born, translation of two...

When hunger creates unwillingly, unknowingly and doesn’t destroy, we are no longer trapped in...

It might appear that thought originates purely from the past, and thus it might appear independent...

Why is there so much greed? Why does it seem so difficult to open our minds to others? Why is it...

The chains of perception sing the song of solitude. The chant echoes as a tribute to the tribe of...

One day I’ll fly . . . I’ll open my imagination to its most magnificent extent. The...