Poetry indeed keeps you sane as you travel to places that others neglect

 

Not even the most beautiful women is more beautiful than God’s house

 

I have been in exile for many years but have never left my home

 

Butterflies have no concept of mortality or beauty

 

I wonder if I exist at all as I only see my reflections

 

Jesus in my view did exist

He was a gentle man

Much misunderstood