Eyes of Fire

Love was born in October
And not by a dying rose
But by a little spark
Beneath the ocean
That burns without air.
Love is the only glory
and covering for my bare
soul
That cannot decide his feelings
And return to what knows him.
Love is ever enough
I set no aim to rebel
I set no aim to tap my feet
As if to walk or to run
But to fly and know the ways
of heaven
And of truth
And of everything love feels
for me.
Then I won’t be distracted by the stars
or by the first breath of dawn
But by the eyes of fire
That tells me welcome
And consumes all of me.

Author’s Note: Not only my birth and death are certain, but also my pen to write poetry and my mind to contemplate the stars.

We don’t only grow everyday, we also grow everyway.

Have a beautiful mind.

We may condemn lust and infatuation, but they are really the few passions that ravish the mind.

You can’t take much from someone who has got some fire in his soul.

Don’t fight for what you love, just love what you love.

There are two places for me: the world and the quiet place of my soul, and I love the latter more.

We don’t marry who we love, we marry who makes us most crazy.

Knowledge is the only tangible thing, other things wave.

Until next time,

I will be here.

– M. V. Echa



M. V. Echa

M. V. Echa

My message is the universe, my truth is the universe, and this blog contains all you need to know about the universe, from the true nature of reality to the long-sought unity of the cosmos — which is the big picture!