Capturing The Moments Of A Contemplative Life though lacking meter, rhyme, and any preestablished harmony of formal methods we do find in the eroticism of moments extremely passionate expression between lovers, man and nature, and passing friends. Throughout, whether he writes of love, sex, or everyday life we find a sense of longing.

The author's ability to capture purely lyrical impulses and voices then allowing them to grow in their own original directions as lyrical expression proves mystical at times. His subconscious appears to receive thoughts of past and present from outside the boundaries of time and space and flow through his consciousness. Therefore they are not necessarily the emotions of the author, or any single person but may be seen as the collective consciousness of humanity as a whole. Because of the author's aptitude to channel the passionate experiences of others whose level of energy exceeds most, many insist he is a being without a self-identity.

The astonishing ease with which he transforms the phenomena of sexual experiences, oneness with nature, and the heartbreak of aging into symbolic images of psychological states proves to be the heart and soul of his writings.

If you deeply contemplate his musings that appear to come from his aesthetic consciousness you will transport to a feeling of spatial motion without a conception of time.

Capturing The Moments Of A Contemplative Life though lacking meter, rhyme, and any preestablished harmony of formal methods we do find in the eroticism of moments extremely passionate expression between lovers, man and nature, and passing friends. Throughout, whether he writes of love, sex, or everyday life we find a sense of longing.

The author's ability to capture purely lyrical impulses and voices then allowing them to grow in their own original directions as lyrical expression proves mystical at times. His subconscious appears to receive thoughts of past and present from outside the boundaries of time and space and flow through his consciousness. Therefore they are not necessarily the emotions of the author, or any single person but may be seen as the collective consciousness of humanity as a whole. Because of the author's aptitude to channel the passionate experiences of others whose level of energy exceeds most, many insist he is a being without a self-identity.

The astonishing ease with which he transforms the phenomena of sexual experiences, oneness with nature, and the heartbreak of aging into symbolic images of psychological states proves to be the heart and soul of his writings.

If you deeply contemplate his musings that appear to come from his aesthetic consciousness you will transport to a feeling of spatial motion without a conception of time.