The chimes and bells in my heart sing, and say sometimes, they tell me things and pray sometimes.

Don’t follow in my footsteps, follow the wide abundant nature, then if I and the nature are same, we will meet.

Altar is a horizon where the journey ends, there is nothing further to see, but wear the eyes of desire to uncover the manifest.

What is a place without π? Perhaps in reality we keep travelling in the circles. A kingdom where all unites, will there be mortal desire for curves? Did anyone ask if heaven is flat? The sky from where doesn’t matter how high you’ll fly, there is no other sky to fly to, you will end up noticing, the horizon is always a straight line. Places where you don’t have to save anything to gain anything. Where truth gives anything everything. Untill then in our orbits and spins, rotating so fast to keep away the sins. Earth is surely a centrifuge mixing the kinds, and we tend to be extracts and sediments.