...curse my name, be it thy will,
for wasting my time.
There is little hope in the word 'Freedom'
and NOTHING else

                                                    ...Toffears

...that from the rain
upon which my country has fallen,
I roam,
free from all nationhood,
but the same

                                          ...Toffears

...forgive your name
from that of which you were born...

How such a landscape
be ruined by those who made history.

How such a beauty become scarred
and yet, not forgotten

                                               ...Toffears

"...when is the last time you felt free?"
                        asked the warden to the prisionner.

...yesterday,
when I wrote it

                                                                       ...Toffears

...have we ever escaped the Past

and won?

                                        ...Toffears

...one man's thoughts
are always wrong
when all Hopes face
the Trials of Disbelief

                    ...Toffears

...an illusion
once created by the Soul
in hunger for theatre and gold...
Eternal for one night only

                                    ...Toffears

...under the same Moon,
under the same Sky,
we allow ourselves
to Say and be-LIE-ve:

In our Dreams,
we are Free

                         ...Toffears

...I conceived myself
on a Full Moon Night,
between the Summits
of the Alpine peeks
and
the Lakes of Reflected Light

...the Bell struck ONE

                                 ...Toffears

...there is nothing but Silence at this Hour
and I do not know where it comes from

The windows are open,
but for a Western breeze

                                                  ...Toffears

...there is nothing to save in this scene,
we are just an Illusion lost in a dream

                                               ...Toffears

...so close to the pavement
on this early morning snow,
I rode against the current
of a river I had always known.

A drop of water
lost in a blue ocean

                                   ...Toffears

...the rain rythms on my window
with no pattern
and no Time in the change.

You were always a Dreamer,
always a fiction writer,
walking in Circles
as if you had four corners to your map...

                                                     ...Toffears

...the results remained sealed,
the letter unread.
...the Spiral became Circle

I left for the Himalayas,
never to return

                                  ...Toffears

...on theThird day,
I gave up all hope.

I saw the Outside,
the Otherside,
and the Mirror broke

                   ...Toffears

...unaware
meditation
immersed and single...
No necklace to the border
shall drag me to the shore

Silence
unobtrusive
wordless upon the waves
If Time is my escape
I will be caught again
...some day

Mirrors be my prison
the Wardens speak to tell
...a cross, a tree, a star
or a moon or a river
...this is my choice
...I am to be...

                               ...Toffears

...her eyes were Birth to guide me.
Of lighten grey and pale green,
one would watch me sleeping
and the other, catch my dream

                                         ...Toffears