Beyond The Rightness Or Wrongness Of Things

Friends Are Enemies Sometimes, And Enemies Friends.

When Inward Tenderness Finds The Secret Hurt, Pain Itself Will Crack The Rock And Ah! Let The Soul Emerge.

I Look Into Your Eyes & See The Universe Not Yet Born.

The Body Is Not Hidden From The Soul, Nor Is The Soul Hidden From The Body, And Yet The Soul Is Not For Everyone To See.

For Sixty Years I Have Been Forgetful Every Minute, But Not For A Second Has This Flowing Toward Me Stopped Or Slowed.