'the inner thoughts and inner sanctum of the reality and disguised essence of God. A philosophical, metaphysical and eclectic observance reduced to grey matter then to writing and then to poetry. And that is just the tip of the iceburg in this well-crafted and in-depth poetic offering that scratches at the surface then delve into the heart and soul of the reader. headfirst and without hesitation, Excerpt from I HEARD RUMORS "I heard God plays a violin/ Made of pearls and strings of ivy./ Each time he plays, flowers drop from his lips/ And kiss the earth and the music laughs." // "Visit the philharmonic and pay close attention/ During the performance/ To the violinist playing Mozart with his eyes shut."
