Be Like A Tree And Let The

This Is How It Always Is When I Finish A Poem. A Great Silence Overcomes Me And I Wonder Why I Ever Thought To Use Language.

Darkness Is Your Candle. Your Boundaries Are Your Quest.

We Owe Thankfulness To God, Not Sour Faces.

Don't Seek The Water; Get Thirst.

The Angel Is Free Because Of His Knowledge, The Beast Because Of His Ignorance. Between The Two Remains The Son Of Man To Struggle.